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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Casey grunted. It was easy to spar against Brian, the newest member of their superpower fuelled crime trio, though he was still the newest member of the group. She struck with a grunt of effort, though he brought both arms up to block her that time, even if he was knocked back a bit.

“Is that all you've got?" She taunted, ignoring the beads of sweat on the back of her neck, curling her blonde hair right at the nape of her neck damply into her skin. “Come on, Brian, you've got to keep up."

They were using the big training level of the abandoned hotel that they had taken over, set up with traps and alarms, in case they were ever infiltrated. However, they had cleared out several of the rooms and smashed through the walls, using Casey's super strength, so that it was big enough for them to be tossed about and to move around one another without the confines of walls pressing in on them from all sides.

Brian grunted, taking a step back, circling her. She would have rolled her eyes at him, if she wasn't set on showing her ease and prowess off to the best of her ability. As was so often worn for her, she had put on some form-fitting sports attire: a sports bra and tightly fitted exercise shorts that left nothing to the imagination. There was no one there that she was trying to show off for, but, well…she didn't want to be restricted in her movement at all.

Brian puffed out his cheeks with air.

“You could slow down a little," he snapped back at her, one to rise to her teasing and insults more than any other. “Then it would actually be some kind of, I don't know, practice for me?"

Casey grinned.

“Aw, what's wrong?" She teased, flipping her blonde hair back over her shoulder. “Are you struggling to keep up? Maybe you shouldn't be doing active parts on the team if you can't even keep pace with me when I'm holding back."

He growled under his breath, clearly riled up by her, though they were, to be fair, less hostile and ragged with each other than they had been before. That was not saying much, however, considering how volatile their relationship had been when Brian had first joined the team.

“I can keep up with you," he shot back, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, “with one hand tied behind my back."

“Oh, is that so?" Casey laughed. “Let's see then!"

She charged for him and he wasn't able to keep her back with a side kick, cursing, leaping and rolling out of the way in one fluid motion. He sprung up again, though she was quick – too quick! He ducked out of the way while Casey pressed the attack, jabbing and punching, working on some of her more technical skills, where the accuracy of her hits mattered, though she had been one more for brute force in the past. It was difficult to focus on the technical aspects of fighting when her overpowered strength had done so much for her in the past. Yet with stealthier jobs that they took on, to further their riches, she had to look at other parts of fighting than what she knew and too easily reverted to.

She caught him looking though, how his eyes raked down the line of her throat to her tits. Sure, she was wearing a sports bra, but her form was still on show there, very much so. Her muscle too, legs thick and showing her quadricep muscles easily, though she'd always retain a feminine edge to her physique, despite her broad shoulders.

Yes, Casey was exactly the way that she wanted to be, even as she wrestled and roughhoused with Brian, who did manage to flip her once – just once. She had to respect him for that, only a little, but he wouldn't have laid a single finger on her if not for her slowing things down and concentrating on her accuracy. She had to make the training session worthwhile for herself too.

Still, Casey easily trounced him. Grappling, she forced him back, his feet scudding across the dusty, bare floorboards, windows boarded up too, though there was more than enough natural light filtering through for them to see what they were doing.

“You're just distracted by my amazing looks," she teased, giving him a shove that sent him flipping away from himself, stumbling to one knee. “Come on, admit it. You'd do me if you could. Hell, I'd do me – in an instant."

Brian rolled his eyes, struggling back up.

“Yeah, well," he said, brushing it off, seemingly, brazenly. “I'd be lying if I said that you weren't good-looking, wouldn't I? But that doesn't mean that I can't play my part!"

He tried, he really did. Casey would never have said it aloud, though she did respect him for how hard he tried, how he pressed into the attack, swinging and kicking and flipping. Brian even used the walls and the environment around him against her, swinging a chair to knock her off her feet, though Casey honestly barely even felt it. Since her powers had awakened within her, she had barely even noticed bruises and things like that, no… Not when it just didn't feel prominent at all to her.

She could take knocks that would kill a normal person, in short, and still get back up, smiling and cocking her hip out, challenging her oppressor for more.

Eventually, however, she did bore of Brian and ended the bout, slamming him back as he heaved for breath. Pinning him to the wall, she held him there firmly, using only the amount of pressure required – well, maybe a little more than that. She didn't need to push him to the ground to show her dominance and strength anymore, how much better, physically, than him she was, though there was still a big part of her that relished in everything, in how she could use her abilities to come out on top.

Brian groaned and shook his head.

“Alright, alright – time! I'm done, I'm done!"

She let him down, offering him her arm to steady himself, for which he seemed grateful for, curling his fingers modestly around her forearm as she braced to hold him.

“Well, you didn't fall over too many times," she said, affecting a bored tone to her voice that she was sure would rile him up. “But you've got to be better than that. You run like you've got two left feet."

Brian rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah," he said. “As if you'd be saying something like that if I hadn't been at least giving you a run for your money."

She shrugged. That wasn't something she was going to answer.

“Well, at least I can hold my own against someone like me. You would be squashed. Like a bug."

Brian grumbled but, notably, did not snap back at her. Maybe he thought that there was no need for something like that, either that she wasn't worth it or whatever…but it wasn't any of her concern. She revelled in the feeling of besting him, even if the odds had been stacked against him.

It was just the way that things were, truly.

He left and she carried a big punching bag – reinforced for her strength and power – to the metal beams that she'd installed some time back. She didn't keep them out the whole time, though hefting the long, cylindrical bag on her shoulder took her no effort at all, even if it was much heavier than normal. It was a wonder that the metal beams even held it, stronger than any racking or rigging that would have been found in a gym. In fact, she had stolen them from an industrial site.

“Unff…"

She hooked it up and then put another smaller bag, slightly teardrop-shaped for punching only while the other could be used for punching, kicking and body slams, beside it, giving herself the choice.

“Right… Ha-umph!"

She slammed into it with her forearm, taking out her power with all the force and energy that she had in her body. Baring her teeth at it ferally, Casey let everything else fall away, striking and punching and kicking, using her body to her best advantage.

A body slam.

A roundhouse kick.

A side punch.

A flurry of jabs.

Swapping back and forth between the bags, she threw her body into it, working out every last kink in her body, the stress of living the way that they did – though Casey would not have changed it for anything. Using her superpowers for good…ugh. That wasn't something that had ever appealed to her, although she was sure that her family would have preferred that she would never have gone into a life of super crime.

It was her choice, however, as she took a break, suddenly shunted a little to the left.

“Hm…"

Casey shook it off, regaining her balance. Yet, when she went to punch the smaller bag again – her punch missed!

“What the heck?"

She groaned and shook herself off, bouncing up and down on the spot a few times.

Must have not had enough potassium today, she reasoned it out to herself. I'll pick up something as soon as I'm finished in here.

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She didn't sweat, usually, when she worked out – because she rarely pushed herself to her limits. Yet she pounded the punch bag in a flurry of punches, one after the other, so quick that her hands were a blur.

“Unff… Oof…"

She grunted as she punched and yet…she still wasn't on her game! Some of her punches missed, sliding harmlessly to the side of the bag and skimming off the edge. Casey hissed through her teeth as she shook herself, rubbing the back of her knuckles.

“Damn it…"

Frustrated, she punched again. And again. Spinning into a kick on the long bag, she smiled as her foot was about to strike – and then she missed.

“Ah!"

She stumbled off to the side, catching herself on one hand and flipping over, though it took more effort than she'd been expecting to turn herself over like that. She landed back on her feet but, still…when had she ever been that clumsy? That didn't make sense.

She walked in a circle, mild frustration churning in the pit of her stomach. That was something that made her sweat, making her want to turn out her anger and throw out her frustration in any way possible. But wasn't that what the bags were for?

“Alright, come on, now," she said to herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet, psyching herself up. “You've got to get this right."

Of course, Casey held herself to high standards. Yet nothing seemed to work right that day as she slipped and caught herself, stumbling off-balance time after time again.

Her power was still there, slamming into the kick bag with a roar of frustration, reassured that everything was fine when it swung from its hook, the chain rattling. She must have been working out too hard, maybe had a pinched nerve somewhere…

Casey relaxed a little. Even though she had superpowers, of course, she still was human and prone to little slips like that. Some things, even for her, could neither be helped nor stopped.

It had to be just the footing in there too. She was working out in a different part of the training room than where she had been sparring with Brian. She frowned at it, setting up on the mats instead, the softer material squashing lightly under her feet.

Flips and tumbles then, for agility. If she was feeling a little off, then she would just work even more on her accuracy, making sure she landed exactly in the right place.

Lining up for a flip, aiming to bounce back off the wall, she ran and yelped as she tripped. It was like her feet had just been knocked out from under her, bringing her crashing to her knees! It was more the shock of it that had her squawking than anything else, for she didn't feel any pain and barely any impact on the mats, though she grunted through her teeth, trying to keep her temper under wraps.

“Urrrgggghhhh…"

Truth be told, Casey did have quite a temper on her, but there was only so much, even then, that could be done. She brushed herself off and pressed back to the right, feeling as if she was not standing up straight.

Was she unwell? No, no… She couldn't be unwell. Yet she couldn't stop the roiling, churning annoyance flickering up like a flame in the pit of her stomach, licking at her insides. It wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be, in her head, though sometimes she felt as if she was moving through sludge.

“Ugh, everything is so heavy…"

She muttered under her breath, though it was not too hard to push through. She'd have to learn how to fight when she wasn't feeling her usual self, sure, but she pursed her lips and fidgeted. Her arm tickled as if something was brushing against it, though there was no clothing brushing against the hairs on her arm, blonde and faint, even if her body seemed to think that it was.

Of course, there was more to it than what Casey was putting it all down to, the superwoman thinking that she was just off-form, as much as that frustrated. Her worry brought a light, damp sheen of sweat to her skin that she tried to brush off quickly, disliking the feel of it. Sure, she was athletic, but one benefit of her powers meant that she didn't have to deal with things like that all that often. The revelation that she was exerting herself more than usual left her with a sour, unpleasant taste in her mouth.

She dropped to the matted floor, shaking her head, though struggled to get back up. It was as if there was something between her and the open space that she was simply trying to move into. But that didn't make sense, so she brushed off the notion. A good night of sleep, after she was good and done with her own training, would probably solve all the issues that she was having there.

Brian, however, had not gone anywhere at all, even though, to Casey, he had disappeared completely. For that was his superpower: being able to move freely and, technically, being invisible. He might have set off things like heat sensors, but cameras and people would not notice him, as if he didn't exist at all, though he could move and manipulate people.

It was not mind control, not in the slightest, but more an affectation of his physical form that made him no more noticeable than a flicker around the corner of someone's vision, no more than that. He just slipped through their level of conscious awareness in a way that they wouldn't even know that he was there, let alone remember that he had been there.

And that was just why their relationship had improved there, even though it was not something that Casey was at all aware of. When he could use his ability to push Casey around, knowing, of course, that there was nothing at all that he could personally do to hurt her, he found it much much easier to let off steam. Violet too, though he was nowhere near as rough with her, for she was quite delicate in comparison.

He could tolerate Casey's abrasiveness, not rising to her baiting challenges, when he knew that he could easily get back at her after all of that.

Even if she'd be oblivious to everything.

After all, she had practised her combat skills on him so much that it only made sense for him to get a little bit of cheeky payback on her. As Casey lined up to spar with an invisible opponent, her fists raised and her legs lightly braced into a flexible fighting stance with her knees slightly bent, he slipped in. Even though he was aware that she could not see him, not when he was using his powers, he still was discreet. She would not notice even the indents of his feet and weight on the mats, but she would feel a little more, perhaps, as if something was off.

Even though he still didn't like Casey all that much, he wanted to make quite sure that he didn't push things too far. He could hurt her, physically, but she was not dumb, regardless of what he would have liked to think of her.

She was in the middle of punching, dancing around an imaginary opponent, when he struck. His hand sank into her gut, curled into a fist, though Casey barely even flinched. She barrelled through him, but his vicious attack was enough to set her off-balance, so that her next few punches were weak.

“Ugh… What's…"

She seemed to shake herself off, though bore down through it. Clearly, she must have thought that she had to power through, pressing her lips together as her expression became more resolute. Brian was there before her though, of course, she could not see him and blinked as she looked straight through him at something he wasn't bothered with. Still, she tried to work out what was going on, tilting her head slightly, chewing briefly at the inside of her cheek.

“Hm…"

Casey hummed to herself, though he was too quick for her as she went to lunge at her opponent, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. Casey went with it, as if it was something that she had planned all along, running at full pelt with a savage grunt towards a full-size padded bag, which was designed to be tackled.

She took it out, though he caught her leg and went as if to yank her back as she flew through the air.

“Oof…"

Casey grunted softly as her forward momentum was ever so slightly affected. She still tackled the bag and still completed the exercise – yet things were slightly off for her. For that was all that he could do to her, not quite like that time when he was able to block her in the corridor, which had been so narrow that Casey had not been able to move around the “invisible" Brian.

“What's the matter, Casey?" He taunted her, knowing that she couldn't hear him. “Can't you get your feet under you? Let me help you with that…"

She had landed on the mats when tackling the bag and he took her elbow roughly to get her back to her feet. She twitched and made as if to pull away, feeling his faint, rough touch as his fingers pinched in, biting into her more sensitive, tender flesh on the inside of her elbow.

He tested that again, slamming the side of his foot, even if he was already tired, into her midsection. He put all the strength he had into his body into it and followed it up with a punch to each of her shoulders, imagining that he was able to bruise her. Yet, of course, it most likely wouldn't have been as enticing to him to physically assault her if there were any permanent effects. Brian just wanted to go as far as he could.

For he had to admit that he was still wound up from her beating him so thoroughly in their sparring bout. He grunted and shook his head as Casey shifted her weight, rubbing at one shoulder as if she was scratching away an itch that had suddenly appeared there.

As she set up at the punching bags again, he smirked and made sure that he was close to her. Close enough to land a punch to her lower back, sending her bowing slightly forward as she struck. Close enough to slam both hands crudely into her upper back, between her shoulder blades, and shove her forward. Close enough to grab her arm and spin her around, fingers digging down into muscle where she should have been reeling in pain.

And yet…she only felt a little bit of it. Only enough to feel a little bit off and a little bit annoyed that things weren't going as she wanted them to, but no more than that. He would have found it impressive, if it was not something that he had done to Casey so many times over already.

“Erf…" She grunted, rubbing at the hem of her sports top. “I've got to change the laundry detergent, this is so itchy today."

“Maybe it's itchy, because you're not as good as you think you are, Casey…"

He laughed, shaking his head. Of course, she was not really worried, not even as he pummelled her. Brian relished in how his fists sank into her flesh, again and again and again, making her belly indent, flesh rippling faintly, her thighs taking the brunt of it. There was so much firm, tight muscle there as she kicked and punched that he could not help but force it to obey his whims, even if it was a harder impact still for her.

Casey took a step back, ignorant to how her skin was, very faintly, reddening under his touch.

“Hm…"

“So unconcerned, Casey," he mocked, smirking as he circled her. “You're not a superpower, not when you're like this. When you can't see me, you're just as helpless as anyone else is, those that try to stand against you. You think I'm easy to swat aside but you're just as weak like this."

If he hadn't been able to abuse Casey like that, he would have snapped at her more in training. The truth of it, however, was that he didn't worry too much about her abrasive personality, how she tried to rile him up, not anymore. The thing was, he had an outlet as he pinched at her skin, grabbing her wrists and interrupting her punches while she furrowed her brow.

“Hm…"

Nothing he did put her off her stride and her game all that much, no, not at all. Everything just shunted her, very slightly, to the side, unless he was physically trying to spin her or move her – even then, he had to use her momentum. But he had learned a lot of tricks and the like during his time working with Casey, even though things were just a bit erratic there still.

“Come on, Casey," he taunted. “Why don't you fight back? Why don't you do something to me, stop me touching you?"

He grabbed her tits for emphasis as she paused, breathing lightly, as if she was exerting herself more than usual. She had been going through a flurry of punches, yet he knew just how hard he had been punching her from how his hands ached, his knuckles a little sore. Depending on how he caught her, her muscles were like rocks.

But her breasts… Even in her sports bra, they were soft and he could slide his fingers over the fabric, revealing a bit more of them and digging his fingers ruthlessly in. All Casey did, without even thinking about it, was brush her fingers down against the edge of the material, nudging away the itch.

“Such a stupid girl…"

He knew she was smart, but it still sent a surge of power through him to insult her like that. He grinned as she shifted, as if trying to move away from him, though she didn't know what she was doing. It was just his clawing fingers, groping and twisting her tits, that kept her there, something in her body sensing that she should not move rather than her not actually being able to move. If he had locked her in place and his body had forced her, she could have physically shoved herself through.

That was, of course, if her mind had not already thought that she was doing everything of her own free will, because she wanted to.

“I used to think that the only good thing about you was your tits," he said with a roll of his eyes, letting her breasts go as he groped her waist, sliding his hands down to her hips. “But you're more than that… Fuck, your body… I just wish you'd keep your gob shut."

Sure, it was crude and it was crass: yet he didn't care. There was no anger in him as he took his amusement out on her, making fun of her, though he would have been a fool to deny that he got a sadistic flare of pleasure from hurting her.

Grappling with her while she tried to stretch, her arms pushing up over her head, he relished in how she bore back against him, the pressure of her body. He wrapped his arms around her, leaning into her with his weight, grunting softly.

“You're so fucking hard…"

But he had to do more, slamming his fists into her back and feeling the reverberation. She didn't seem to react to it though, not even as her chest brushed his, her breath tickling his face as he pressed in that close. He could have kissed her and nothing would have been done, not at all, panting heavily, though something else was rising to attention.

“Mmmm…"

That pleased hum came from Brian, even as Casey shifted and he allowed her to get to all fours, doing a runner's stretch to ease out her calves, one after the other.

“Hm, this will help… Violet's always saying that I need to stretch out after a workout." She paused, still talking to herself. “But I don't feel sore at all."

He understood that. Even as he laughed aloud and slammed his foot up into her midriff, spinning around and showing off his own abilities in another way, grinding his knee up with due force into her buttocks. The impact jostled her lightly, but she stretched her body out to the side, an arm over her head to deepen the stretch. Still sitting on the mat, she didn't realise what a vulnerable position she was in before Brian, though she stretched out and glanced towards the ceiling even as he punched her tits again, making the flesh leap and jiggle. To her, it was nothing at all.

As she stood again, showing off her height, muscle layering her body, her arms in particular on full display, he knew that he had to do a little more. For him, of course, not for Casey. She breathed out slowly, considering her next move, though his attention was solely on what Casey could do for him.

As there was one part of Brian that could not help but rise to the occasion, his cock thickening faintly in his underwear, though his boxer briefs more or less kept it under control. It was not a full hard-on, though it was more than enough for Brian to understand that his attention was drifting. Punching and kicking and grappling with her, digging his fingers brutally into her far less than sensitive (when it came right down to it) flesh, just got him going in a way that nothing else could.

But Brian wasn't going to worry about it, at all, no…

As she went to line up for a leaping strike, jumping straight up and then lashing out with her right and left arms alternatingly, he jumped in. He could influence her enough to make her fall and it was jerking her legs out to the side, using her momentum against her, that brought her crashing down to the mats again.

“Agh… Damn it…"

Casey didn't seem that bothered by it – though that could have been because Brian was more interested in climbing on top of her, pinning her down on her back with his body. That was one way in which he could block her, for she could not bear back up against an invisible force. That would have made her wonder, too clearly, what was blocking her there – so Casey's mind merely rationalised it away by saying that she was tired, so tired that she was just going to lie down on the mats and relax for a bit, recovering herself.

Brian pressed on, running his hands over her, keeping his knees pinned on either side of her body, tucking his legs down and around her. He grabbed at her tits, groping and twisting them, more roughly than he ever would have been if he had been with a partner that, well, was nowhere near as robust as Casey. With everything that he had done with her, punching and hitting and grappling, he had not even been able to hurt her in the slightest. The very most that he had done, when he had gotten rougher than ever before, had been leaving the faintest and briefest of red marks on her neck after choking her. Of course, they had faded within minutes, leaving him fascinated by how tough she was.

It made him want to do more, making sure that he stayed straddling her as he undressed her, ripping her top up over her head, though Casey frowned and tried to bring her arms back down again when he raised them to get her arms out of the holes in her sports bra top. She was not passive, no, not by any means, even though he wouldn't have minded that too. He rather liked having her fight back, twitching and fidgeting, leaning into the pressure, and didn't think that he would so easily give it up.

“Unff, these are…kind of uncomfortable…"

He chuckled at her rationalising the removal of her clothes, ripping her sports shorts down too with her underwear. She had been barefoot anyway for training, though being barefoot was not something they thought about all that much in practice. He slapped her face hard, snapping her head to the right, but she merely turned back to face him, blinking a couple of times.

In her mind, she most likely just thought that she was getting horny or hot and needed to take her clothes off. Frankly, Brian did not care what she thought, as long as he got what he needed and wanted from her and remained undetected.

“You're so fucking hot and you know it too," he hissed through his teeth. “And I'm going to damn well show you everything that I can do to you."

“But you're not going to know anything about it, aren't you?"

Oh, how he loved that. He squeezed her face between his thumb and fingers, forcing her to pucker out her lips wetly. She made a sort of grunt as if she was trying to make a particular face, though he didn't care what she thought she was doing. He worked her face back and forth, releasing and applying pressure, making her push her lips out and then relax them back in, though Casey twitched lightly.

“Oof…"

He slid his hands over her, surprisingly gentle, but that was just because he wanted to feel how soft her skin was. That was something that he thought had to be because of her superpowers, because he didn't know what else could have possibly made her skin like that, regardless of the work she did and the rough scrapes that she got herself into.

He turned around, facing down her body, ignoring the light twitching and struggling under him. Her stomach… He had spent a lot of time punching that in particular, though he brought first his left hand and then his right hand down, one after the other in quick succession, to make her flesh bounce and resound with the crack of his hands. Casey shifted the weight across her glutes but otherwise made no indication that anything had happened at all.

“Hm…"

Maybe she was thinking that it was nice to lie there for once, but he took it further, leaning back and pressing his left hand down over her face. He chuckled throatily as he “smooshed" her face together, the flesh of it bulging out on the side that he was squashing.

“So weak…Casey… How does it feel to be like this?"

Of course, she didn't answer, lifting her head a little and, once again, looking right through him. He turned his attention to her thighs. They were so thick with muscle – just like her stomach. Her thighs were so hard with muscle that he could barely even make the flesh jiggle and he leaned down, making sure that there was enough weight left in his body to pin her down, sitting heavily on her midsection.

“Mmm… But there are nice parts of you too… Very nice parts, like your tits, your arse, your waist… I like your muscle when it's not being used against me. But you'd hate me getting hard for you, wouldn't you? That's just the way things are for us."

A lot of his attention before had been spent on her tits but he could do more then. He bit into her thighs, really digging in and chomping down with his teeth. Human teeth were not exactly all that dangerous and he would have to do an awful lot to draw blood, though he could put more and more pressure down, even feeling how her flesh indented around each tooth.

“Mmmph…"

His hard-on rose, though he ignored it for the moment. She shifted, feeling the discomfort, as if she was trying to shift an annoyance from her leg, yet it did no good. When she could not truly feel him, not like that, there was nothing Casey could do. As with everything else, she gave in with minimal resistance.

He spread his hands over her thighs, groping and pinching, even treating the other thigh to a bite. But there was not even a bruise left behind, which was impressive too, showing off just how strong her body was.

But her face… Hm. That was a part of her that he didn't usually get to study in anywhere near that much detail, much less when they were sparring and training. He leaned in close to her, wanting to study her, facing back up towards her head again. His legs squeezed down around her, tightening and applying more pressure.

“Give in, Casey…" He mocked. “Or don't you even know to fight back anymore? Heh…"

A slap, snapping her head to the left that time. It was so easy to do as he tweaked her cheek, forcing her to make a stupid face as her lips moved along with the pull of skin and flesh.

“Heh… Sometimes, you're really not all that pretty anymore, Casey…"

Of course, there was nothing that she could say to that. All she did was breathe out as he “smooshed" and manipulated her face, slapping her cheeks, sometimes both at once with both of his hands. He could do all that he liked to her, even kissing her lips as he forced her to pucker up wetly for him all over again.

The kiss deepened as he relaxed his hold on her face, though he had to keep his tongue rammed into her mouth just to keep her from closing her lips again. With her there before him, completely naked, he squeezed and pinched her thighs, digging into the softer flesh there with all the force he had in his hands. If there was something for him to practise his grip strength on, Casey's body most certainly made an excellent toy for him to use and abuse…

“Unngghhh…" She grunted, trying to rub her legs but her hands were slapped away. “Still kind of sore…"

It was so funny how she rationalised it, though Casey would never find out that it was him doing things to her, shoving her off her game, using her body as he pleased. It was just so…fun. The tiny little things became big things to him, like punching her thighs to see her flesh and muscle jerk and judder, to feel how her muscles contracted a little more under his hands.

Casey shifted, trying to get back, but, well…he wasn't going to have that. Holding her down by her shoulders, he kissed her furiously again, jabbing his tongue into her mouth, wanting her mouth held open. Of course, she would put it down to something that she just wanted to do, though he didn't have to concern himself one way or the other. He just liked seeing those touches of annoyance on her face, thinking that her body was stiff or sore, that she was more tired than she should have been. The human mind, even with her superpowers, really did want to rationalise things away when there was a different rational explanation to be had.

But Brian would keep that to himself, yes.

“Mmm… So weak like this… And you'll never know… You'll go on with your day, not knowing any better, not knowing that I can do this to you anytime that I damn like!"

He played with her face, hooking his fingers into one corner of her lips and tugging her face about, making her expression distort, even pulling up her eyebrows to make her look like she was perpetually surprised. It was not all about making her look attractive or even look a certain way, just playing with her, toying with her. He had worked out a lot of his frustrations already when he had been hitting and punching and kicking her, even tripping her up, but there was the time there, with Casey unaware, for softer, more pliable nuances to come through.

So, he could take his time, feeling the soft and supple pliability of her skin and flesh under his fingers, digging them into her cheeks and the soft openness of her mouth. Brian smirked to himself, an idea coming to him, reaching into her mouth for her tongue, prodding and poking it. It was too slippery for him to grab unless he put a lot of effort into it, squeezing and pinching it. And he didn't want to make her gag, just in case that would have her wondering a little more about what was going on.

He was still testing and pushing the limits of everything that was going on, everything that he could do while he was “invisible," while they could not see him. But perhaps the limits of his powers were simply such that he could not reach them all on his own and anything that he did with and to Casey was as safe as ever.

“Heh… This is ridiculous sometimes. But you can be ridiculous too, even though you think that everyone only sees you as cool and confident."

Casey twisted her lips a little, working out the light twitch of strain in her skin, only brief, from him pulling her skin about, his fingers sliding up to her eyes. He didn't quite know why they fascinated him so much, but he took a moment to tease around her eyeballs with the tips of her fingers, over her eyelids, then pinching her eyelashes. Casey grunted and fluttered her eyelids, though he could not hold onto her eyelashes even as she blinked, skin tugging suddenly taut.

“Oof…"

She twisted and tried to roll over onto her side, her mind elsewhere, but he pushed her back down again. Using his weight against her, he sat heavily on her chest, forcing the air from her lungs in a rush.

“Unff…"

“Silly Casey… You don't even realise what has changed between us, do you? You don't know that you are weak here, with me."

He rocked his hips, stopping her from taking a full breath for a moment before he relented and lifted his hips just a little, relishing in the easy control over her. She could stay there, for all that he cared. And he did care, especially as he laughed aloud and held his fingers over her pupils, squidging into the delicate orbs of her eyeballs.

Casey didn't say anything, though her eyelids did blink, over and over again, trying to blink away his fingers. As it was not a painful or harsh sensation, as delicate as the eyeballs were, Casey didn't pull away or anything, hardly even feeling the touch, though her body did react by trying to blink away his fingers as if there was dirt in her eye. If her eyes were open, however blurry, she looked right through him, frowning at something on the ceiling rather than Brian.

“Can't see now, can you?"

Casey looked directly ahead of her while he followed her pupils, laughing. She probably could see, though he still wondered what effect he had on her, squashing and prodding at her eyeballs. Maybe he was making those floating spots appear before her eyes? That would be kind of funny…

She tried to look from left to right, her eyes always active. He had never considered just how “in motion" eyes were, though it was all well and good when he was there and able to control her like that, letting her look and see even as he pressed into her eyeballs, fascinated by the sensation, how they slipped and squashed, ever so faintly, under his admittedly gentle touch. It was not a part of her that he wanted to be rough with as he returned to pressing his lips to hers.

“Mmmm… You're so warm."

He kissed her gently and then roughly, experimenting with different touches and sensations – all for his pleasure. The sweetness of her really came through when she was unaware, a twitching, fidgety doll that had a mind of his own, even as he repositioned her and toyed with her to his whim. Her eyes remained open, seeing and yet unseeing, but he didn't care.

He nipped at her lip, biting into her skin, relishing in how tough she was. That was intoxicating, for his teeth did not even draw blood, not on her more sensitive skin, pressing down even as Casey flinched and hissed ever so faintly.

“Unff…"

Just discomfort, no more than that. And he marvelled at it, even as he ground against her, his attention dropping to his shaft. Sure, he was half-hard already but there were other things that he could focus on, like kissing her all over.

“Mmmm…"

Casey squirmed under his touch, her mind no longer on getting away and getting up. That was nice, even though she seemed to be getting into things a little more. For his touches, while they were rough, could turn her on and arouse her too, her hands going between her legs and feeling her pussy.

“Hm… Maybe a bit of fun… Heh, like that ever hurt."

Casey was not someone that would mind masturbating somewhere that was a public area, even though Violet was around too. It just didn't matter to her, no… She could get caught and it really would not matter to her in the slightest. There just wasn't anything that would bother her at all, not as Brian slid down, nuzzling between her thighs, now that she was a bit more amenable.

The warmth of her pussy greeted him, though he pressed on as he lifted her legs, Casey's hands on her own tits. They bent back towards her head and Casey grunted at the exertion, for it still forced her to contract, and also stretch, some sore muscles, her buttocks lifting a little as the round of her arse was exposed to him. He didn't lap into her, not yet, curious to see how she rubbed her breasts, pulling at her nipples.

Huh… She's even rougher with herself too.

_ _

And Casey was rougher than Violet was, though it had been a little while since Brian had turned his softer, sweeter attentions to her. On that side, he knew it was wrong, even though he had never done anything harsh to Violet, not at all like Casey. Their powers were very different, after all, and he had a lot more respect for Violet.

“Mmmm… Oh, yeah…"

“You like that, don't you?" Brian grinned, his hot breath tickling her thighs and down to her buttocks as his breath poured and pooled. “Such a slut when you don't know someone's here, getting you all riled up and horny."

Casey didn't reply, only tweaking her nipples roughly again, fingers digging into her flesh, seeking out those sensitive spots that Brian had not learned yet. He didn't care about that, not when there were other things to be played into, things that more directly appealed to him.

Like fucking her. He played with her pussy briefly, though he had to fight for precedence against her fingers as he spread her folds apart, tracing over her clit. He grunted softly, slapping her cunt, though it must have come off as pleasurable to her too as Casey let out a low groan.

“Oh, yeah…"

He could have rolled his eyes at that, but, well…she was horny and he was horny. The lines were already blurred, at least in Brian's mind. He pressed on, releasing his cock, the throbbing hard-on aching with desire.

“You're so damn good to fuck like this…"

He pressed his cock to her pussy while Casey toyed with herself, rubbing her clit and circling her fingers around it. But she could no longer get her fingers into it as his cock took up that space, Brian hissing through his teeth as he grunted thickly in the back of his throat, pleasure washing through him.

“Oh, yessssss…"

He could moan and grunt as much as he liked as his cock filled her, stroking deep, pump after pump driving into Casey with a single-minded kind of intent. It was not that he was denied at all of sex, he got all that he needed, but he rather liked the feeling of having her under him. She was hot, very hot, muscular and fit, athletic and so very wet… She clearly liked being touched, even if Brian was quite sure that that was not something that Casey would ever have admitted to him. Most likely, she would not have said that to anyone.

But he got to have her as she moaned and groaned, seemingly not thinking all that much about the fact that she couldn't get her fingers into her pussy, not when she already felt so good. She rubbed at her clit but that was not where his attention lay as he pushed over her, bearing down over her bent back legs. Brian even managed to keep her legs mostly straight as he bent them back towards her head, only letting them part ever so slightly so that he could still see her face between them.

The twisting, moaning expressions… Mm, that was something that he wanted to enjoy, how her lips parted, the half-closed eyes, as if desire overcoming her was all that Casey could think about and embody even in that moment. She grunted and rocked her hips, even though she was hardly in a position to do that – she had to contract her abdominal muscles and arch her back for that. But she just couldn't help herself, not as passion flowed through her, not as she tried to get more of his cock.

“Unff… You'd be so fucking horrified if you knew that it was my dick inside you," Brian huffed hotly, powering into her, stroke after stroke. “C'mon, Casey… Only I get to know what goddamn whore you are… So, why don't you moan for me?"

Of course, she probably moaned for her other partners too, though Brian didn't care about them, no, not at all, as long as he could get what he wanted from her, slamming in, trusting her body and her strength to bear through his thrusts. The only limit to him fucking her, of course, was the strength of him, how well he could take the sharp smack of his hips against her flesh, his cock aching for more.

He didn't mind being a limitation there, not really. That only meant that he could go all out, thrusting harder and harder, though he had already been aroused enough before ploughing into her. Casey was so wet that no lubrication at all was required in addition and he would have said something about that if his observation did not leap from his lips in a moan instead.

No… Moaning was better. He groaned lustfully, grinding into her, using every inch of his cock as if he didn't want to let any touch of sensation and pleasure go to waste. It was the best kind of ecstasy to take for his own after working out his stress and frustrations, building towards that ultimate high.

Frankly, as far as he was concerned, Casey could take care of herself. Her body was none of his concern, no, not as he ground and humped into her, stretching out her pussy around his cock. But at least some of that could be her pussy clenching and squeezing around his cock, massaging his length as if she was doing it all deliberately. Even that clenching of her muscles was strong, stronger than it had any right to be, though it was not a part of her body that she could control. She could not ripple around him as fantasies might have had him imagine, though he could grind into her and enjoy the erratic twitches and pulses of her pussy.

“Unff… Fuck, yes…"

He longed for more, lusting, groaning, the slap of his hips filling the room. It was a wonder that Casey didn't hear it as she smirked to herself, lips breathily parted. Licking her lips, she moaned out something incoherent, but it was none of his concern.

He just wanted to cum, thrusting and humping, grinding in harder and faster, lost in the moment. Oh, that was just what he needed, huffing and panting hotly, ignoring her legs even as they tried to spring back against him. His body would keep them away from him and pressed back against her own body as much as was needed.

“Unff… Ah… Yesss…"

Casey groaned, licking her lips, though she didn't need to announce his orgasm. For her body announced it for her as she clenched and squeezed around him, her pussy tightening, pulling around his hot length as she climaxed and threw her head back.

“Ohhhhhh!"

She practically howled out her climax, though Brian completely ignored it. In her mind, all Casey was doing was pleasing herself, unaware entirely that there was some unseen partner there, joining her. No… But she didn't have to know, not as he ground and humped, enjoying the sudden rush of hot arousal flooding around his cock.

Damn… She was practically a squirter! Or just maybe got exceptionally wet when she was enjoying herself. That was even more than usual, however, and he panted heavily, sweat beading on his skin to dampen his shirt, though Brian was already sweaty enough for it to go more or less unnoticed. It did not matter, not to him, not as his skin prickled and ached and that particular kind of need swelled within him once more.

He had to climax, yes… He had to cum and he didn't know what else to do about it, puffing out his cheeks with air and then letting out a long, drawn-out groan.

“Unff… Ah… Fuck…"

And then he climaxed, ejaculating inside her as hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy, his cock trembling inside her. Yet that was partly just his mind trying to make sense of all the sensations being thrust upon him in the prelude to climax, tipping right over the edge into a shudder of delight. He moaned and let his jaw hang slack as he filled her, not caring about the mess he was leaving inside her.

Maybe Casey would think, later, that she had just been extra horny… That would be hot, pretty damn hot indeed!

He stayed pushed far over her, revelling in that moment, his balls spilling everything that they had to give, the prick and stick of their sweaty skin trying to cling intoxicating even then. It was funny how those smallest of sensations could come out at times like that, when he had all the time in the world to take his pleasure, humping and grinding just as he pleased.

And that was exactly what Brian's control was all about as Casey's breath heaved, chest rising and falling sharply, coming down from her high. He wanted to do as he pleased, to use his powers to strengthen his own standing and ecstasy – which he could do, yes, practically with anyone that he pleased. The doors to experimentation were well and truly open to him, even if Casey was still very much his preferred target.

He could not help if she got him riled up and annoyed more often than anyone else.

He pulled out and Casey ran her fingers through the mess of her pussy, sliding them lightly along her folds.

“Mmph… Wow, hah!" She laughed. “I must have really needed that!"

He smiled and shook his head.

“Poor Casey…"

But it was okay. She didn't have to worry about him, not like that. And he didn't have to worry about her either. For there were to be no consequences to her actions and Brian would forever go unnoticed by the woman who had no idea that he was fucking her without her knowing or suspecting a thing.

*

Later, Brian was relaxing in the living area of their home, flipping through channels on the TV, when Casey came in with a glass of water. He glanced up at her and grunted an acknowledgement, the two of them clean and freshly showered after their workout, though he did not mention what had gone down in the exercise and training room.

Casey, of course, would not have known that he knew about that. So, he had to play it cool.

“I can't believe you're watching this shit again," Casey said with a roll of her eyes, swiping the remote off him. “Ugh… Give that over."

Brian didn't say anything, hiding the smirk that pulled at his lips. For, just as she sat down, the glass of water jostled in her hand, splashing it all over herself and down her chest, her mouth agape in horror.

“What the!"

Her exclamation rang out and she cursed, dabbing at the wet mark and trying to dry it, without managing well, for a moment. When she looked up, the channel was back on the one that Brian wanted to watch, the control in his hand.

She looked at him and back to the water, something not quite connecting in her head.

“Did you swipe that back?" She scowled. “Damn it, Brian… You can't always have everything you want!"

Sure, they'd squabble over the remote and bicker in a more good-natured fashion, though she'd never think that Brian turned “invisible" and snatched it from her, all while bopping her glass of water to distract her. She just thought that he'd been opportunistic and she hadn't noticed it.

Well…that was kind of true. Just not in the way that Casey imagined.

Brian hid his grin.

Yes, he was going to have a lot more fun with Casey and her strength, her invulnerability…

For he already had more ideas in mind to test on her!