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Dark Angel: Heat Wave

By: inyotefi



DISCLAIMER: I do not own the series that this fanfic is adapted from, nor do I make any money off the writing of it. As before, note please that if you are unfamiliar with the Dark Angel series you will not be able to follow the story.

INYOTEF ;)

My apologies to those of you who sent mail for me to continue writing, had to get more ideas flowing, hopefully I can keep going. For now, on with the show.

*

The warm rays of the morning sun shone through the broken window onto the naked form of the sleeping woman. She stirred from her slumber a tad disorientated. She looked around trying to find herself. 

This was not her apartment!

Max felt the hairy leg brush against her thigh, her eyes immediately shooting open. She looked next to her at the snoring man, then around the room, at the evidence of the night of carnal lust that had occurred, her own clothes lying, flung all over the room. On the chair on the far side of the room was a fireman's coat. Ralph; that was the guy's name, and with the name came the memories of how she ended up here.

Logan.

He had her go down to sector 9 to deal with some Albanian thugs who were running under age European girls as prostitutes into the country. Somehow, despite her 'condition', Max had managed to bring them all down without any hiccups, but one of them managed to get a gunshot off near a broken gas pipe. Max had used her unique abilities to escape the building. The fire team arrived along with Ralph...

Even with his helmet on Max was drawn to his ruggedly handsome features, she couldn't stop herself...

And now here she was, naked in the bed of a stranger she had fucked.

"Fucking heat", Max swore.

She slipped out of the bed, gathered her things and left before Ralph could wake with ideas of a morning quickie.

*

Max dunked her head under the streaming water of a cold shower an hour later. She was back home, and could already feel herself slipping into the unyielding need to be with a man. 

Heat! One of the side effects of the genetic cocktail that had made her a super soldier. Three times a year she was on the prowl with a need to mate.

"24 hours Max, just another 24 hours and you're you again", she told herself. She sighed. Even with the ice cold water cascading her toned body she was still burning up something terrible. Having sex with Ralph had scratched the itch but she knew it wouldn't last; her body would soon be consumed by an insatiable lust.

Max turned off the shower, put her clothes over her soaking body, marched into the living room and dropped to the floor in rapid push ups, trying to keep her mind off sex.

"MAX!" the voice shouted for the third time.

"Huh-what?" Max stopped looking up at Kendra, she hadn't even heard her roommate speak to her.

"Coffee, do you want?" Kendra asked again.

"No-thanks", Max replied continuing the work out.

"What's with you?" you sweating like a hooker in church, and you didn't come home last night. You hooked up with that fireman at Crash..."

"You didn't?" Kendra raised a mischievous, yet surprised eyebrow.

Max didn't answer.

"God, you slut."

"Hey", Max snapped, but quickly backed down, "if a girl has an itch, she's gotta scratch, kay."

"Right, whatever", Kendra said, taking her coffee and heading to her room.

BANG!

The door shot open under the powerful kick.

"SEATTLE SECTOR POLICE!" yelled Walter, walking in uninvited.

He stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes fell on Max standing there all wet and sweaty. Her thin vest stretched over her ample chest, showing off her hard nipples through the fabric. Her long smooth legs glistening, Walter even thought he could see dampness on the material of her black lace panties, between her legs.

Max immediately became flustered with Walter's eyes roving over her body, she couldn't help it, all it took was the presence of a male to drive her hormones wild.

Walter swallowed; it was like Max's body was emitting some kind of sexual aura.

Max's smile was automatic, her eyes filled with hunger.

"Hey Walter", she greeted, finding herself swaying toward him.

"M-Max", he grunted, not sure what was with her this morning. Max's hormones were kicking into overdrive causing her libido to dictate every sensual action. Her mind already going through all the delicious things Walter could do to her.

Her smile widened into a grin.

"H-here fer r-rent", Walter stammered as Max walked into his personal space, her breasts lightly brushing against his chest. She was looking at him like a sex starved pornstar, at least that's what he thought, but he had to be imagining it, either way his cock was rock hard, straining against the confines of his trousers.

The buzz of her pager on the table snapped Max out of her sex-addled stupor just as she was about to jump Walter.

'There is a God', she thought to herself, stepping back away from Walter who puffed out the breath he had held. Red faced, he dashed out of the apartment.

Kendra walked out the back carrying a shoebox filled with cash; she stopped seeing Max standing alone in the room, "I thought I heard Walter?"

"W-what?" Max shot up at her.

"Seriously, what is with you, it's like you all zoned out?"

Max ignored Kendra's question and went to check her pager; Logan, he wanted her to call him.

*

"Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom Video..."

Max walked into Jam Pony as the Eyes Only bulletin hacked the normal TV feed...

"The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds..."

She looked up at the TV, her heat causing her to almost loose herself in Logan's dreamy eyes (at least more than usual), as he reported as his alias, Eyes Only...

"It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city..."

"Last night five men died in an explosion on the lower east side of sector 9, they worked for the Russian mob, who bring in an estimate of 100 000 foreign underage woman into the country a year. Most smuggled into Seattle are helped brought in by sector cops on the take, paid by police Chief Donald Hady..."

The pictures of the men Logan spoke about flashed across the screen.

"Most of the activity goes down in China Town where the girls are handed to mob boss Sergei Petrovic who heads a prostitution ring out of his club, Vodka. Petrovic is protected by Chief Hady who makes sure any evidence against him disappears, while innocent teenagers are bounced around the country to be sex slaves..."

"Under the protection of the Eyes Only Informant Net, operations are under way to see that this kind of inhuman defilers cannot get away, and the syndicate itself, brought down..."

"This has been a Streaming Freedom Video via the Eyes Only Informant Net."

Static flashed on the TV before the normal programme resumed, Max stood watching for a while before heading to a phone.

"Le'me guess", Max said, as Logan picked up on the other end of the line, "The errand you had me running for you last night ain't over yet?" 

*

Max looked at her reflection in the mirror as she flattened her hair; "Mhmmm, hot as hell, sweaty and horny, and", she bent over running out the creases of the red dress she wore then bent over to fix the fish net stockings, "you're going out to play hero for Logan..."

"What the hell are you thinking?"

She checked the black eye liner she had on as well as the red lipstick then took one last look at the entire ensemble before heading out of the bathroom.

It definitely had the needed effect.

"In heat and going undercover as a call girl, really smart Max."

*

"Max? You sure you okay?" Logan asked again.

"I'm fine!" Max said, she was really irritable; it took everything she had to keep from jumping Logan and riding him till she orgasmed so hard she cried. "I'm just, nervous I guess."

"Yeah, that's not surprising, still, you kinda distant, and you're burning up, you feeling okay?" 

'Lets see, my estrocycle is back full blown so I have to keep my eyes off you in case I test whether that paralysis left your dick working. On top of all that you want me to go play whore in a club of horny men', she thought to herself...

"I'm fine."

"Alright", Logan said, "you know what you have to do?"

"I get into club Vodka posing as a hooker and find this Sergei Bytchkov, who is?"

"Bytchkov is the owner of club Vodka. His agreed to testify that Sergei Petrovic has been using his club to transport the girls and launder dirty money", Logan answered.

"Someone leaked the information so Petrovic..."

"Is gonna kill his boy", Max finished.

"Yes, tonight."

"And how did you find out about the leak?"

"I got taps on the clubs phone lines."

"So I go in and get Bytchkov out before he ends up at the bottom of the river."

"Right! Out, and to our safe house", Logan smiled.

*

Vodka.

Max looked at the bright neon sign, then looked at the line of men out side. Her body temperature was still high and she had to constantly fight to keep her mind off sex.

"Fuck it, let's just hope I can get this over with and keep my dignity", she said to herself.

Max strutted over the street then down the alley to where the 'working girls' entered. She wasn't in the employ of the club so she had to flaunt it, and it wasn't difficult to do with the tall dark, well-built bouncer that stood watching.

'Oh baby, Max thought, smile already forming as she grabbed her tits and squeezed them together through her red dress and sexily swaying her hips, 'you're just breaking my heart.'

The bouncer's eyes practically bulged out of his skull as he watched Max walk over, "e-hum, ma'am.. welcome to club Vodka."

'Enter the club Max, take your eyes off the man and enter the club', she said to herself determinedly, then sighed in relief as she managed to do just that.

*

Multi-coloured strobe lights flashed over the numerous half naked girls performing pole dances on the stages, dozens of men whistling and cheering and tossing money at them.

Max scanned the room for any sign for either Sergei Bytchkov or Sergei Petrovic.

"Damn, nothing."

"Max?"

Max turned to the sound of the familiar voice behind her.

"Eric?" Max was shocked to see him, it had been around a year ago, she had been in heat then too and dragged him to her place, but he fell asleep before anything happened, of course she didn't tell him that, letting him believe he had rocked her world.

"You are a fucking tease, Max!"

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Max asked confused.

"I came by your place a few months ago 'cause I thought we could kick it again, and your roommate said you played me for a retard. That I didn't hit that ass."

Max was smiling again, it could have been Eric's stepping up and being all manly, but it was probably the heat, either way, she was in serious need of attention.

"You're right", I played you", she put her hand on his chest and pushed him into a near-by sofa, "Guess I owe you a bit more than an apology."

Max lift up the red mini and peeled her black panties over her curvy hips.

Eric gulped.

Max walked over to him and undid his belt then unzipped his jean. She snaked her hand in and gripped his manhood, "Jeezuz FuckMax!" he groaned.

Max yanked out his cock, her aroused state letting her savour every twitch and pulse as it swelled in her hand as she stroked it.

Eric laid his head back as he became rock hard then swallowed as Max sank into his lap.

Max bit her lip; all resolve flying out the window as she felt Eric's circumcised head brush against her soft pussy lips.

"Ffffck, you're so wet."

"Quiet, just relax", Max whispered then pushed down and squeaked as his cock slipped into her vagina. She pushed down more, his cock stretching her open, her pussy gripping around him as she sank slowly down his length.

"Sssoo.. tight..." Eric gritted, not believing how incredible she felt inside.

"God", Max moaned as she started thrusting her hips up and down, slowly riding half his cock.

Eric gripped her waist then her ass and squeezed its soft firm flesh as he helped Max move.

Max placed her hands on his shoulders and started moving faster, grinding her body against his, her mind completely focused on the hard cock inside her. She rode faster inviting him deeper into her pussy her ass soon tapping against his balls letting her know he was snuggly inside her.

She took him all the way in then circled her waist making him groan out. Max smiled, her breathing picking up, and then started fucking him faster, her cunt slipping up and down his cock rapidly.

The pleasure increased, she bit her lip riding him hard and fast, her clit throbbing...

"Ma'am?"

Max froze, then turned to look at the bouncer.

"There are rooms at the back for this."

"Oh I'm sorry..."

"Mr Petrovic saw you on the cameras, he wants to see you."

Max cursed the fact that she couldn't finish up with Eric, then winced as she felt him freeze for a moment beneath her before gushing a bucket load of cum inside her. 

Max smiled as she looked down at him reviling in the sheer feeling of cuming inside her.

"Ma'am. Now!" she heard the bouncer say.

She winced again as she got off Eric's deflating cock, and then quickly fixed her dress, "Shall we?" she smiled.

"See to it that you get the money from this guy", the bouncer said to the other.

*

Max's eyes immediately fell on Sergei Petrovic as she entered the office overlooking the club. His hair was black and fading on top, he had a thick moustache on his pudgy face, but it was his eyes that were dark and intimidating. Next to him sitting on the desk was a far younger man, bald with strong Russian features, a scar just under his left eye. Max recognised him from Logan's files, Mikhail the "Bulldog"; he had no recorded last name.

The Bulldog was Petrovic's bodyguard, the nickname given to him because of the tattoo of a bulldog on the back of his head. He had a long list of felonies, including murder, rape, assault, and arson.

On the sofa on the side, snorting coke, was a forty-something year old Russian with fading brown hair and a face strained and weary from prolonged stress; Sergei Bytchkov.

All three men in the same room Max thought, maybe this wouldn't be so hard.

"Sergei tells me he does not recognise you", Petrovic said to her.

"You got me", Max smiled, "I came here for a job, the little show I did with the guy outside was my audition."

"You wanna work here you make appointment, not fuck customers in view of all", Bytchkov spat, his nose that was red from snorting, ran slightly, "I run a respectable business!" 

Max tried to hide her disgust.

"Sergei relax. A pretty girl like this will bring in plenty of money, besides, she's eager to do job."

Max smiled at Petrovic, "I heard a girl can make lots of cash working here, so I thought maybe I could show that I really want in."

Petrovic called Mikhail over to him and whispered something in his ear.

Mikhail grinned and looked over at Max, his eyes running over her curves.

"Bend over table", he ordered loosening his belt.

Max felt herself get excited at the prospect of getting fucked; silently hoping the two Sergei's would join in...

'No Max, you got a job to do', she tried to berate herself.

It was little use, without realising it she had moved to the desk and bent over it, running her dress up her waist and exposing herself to the men. They stood there gawking at Max's silky, glistening little slit, her brown lips already parted and ready.

Mikhail pulled his cock out watching Max as she looked back at him seductively licking her lips. He moved behind her lining his cock up with her pussy. Max raised her right leg and sprawled it over the desk barely able to contain the need to be fucked.

"Yesss", she purred as Mikhail pushed his generous member into her, stretching her open and slipping deep into her. His balls pressed against her clit, he held there, groaning, taken back by how wet and tight she was.

Max craned her neck o look at him, "fuck me now, I need it", she moaned.

Mikhail was lost in those soulful eyes; this was the most beautiful American woman he ever saw. She moaned as he pulled out of her till only his knob was dipped in between her lips, then yelped as he drove in again. He did it again, and again, Max following his motion perfectly, her pussy gripping round his dick.

His cock got wetter with each thrust, his pelvis making her perfect ass ripple each time he pumped into her. Petrovic and Bytchkov were watching uncomfortably as the two fucked up against the desk. Max grit her teeth, it was so good, he was so hard, his cock throbbing so deliciously inside her, if he kept this up she was going to cum, she wanted to cum.

"Oh, oh, oh", she moaned as he thrust his long, thick cock in and out of her cunt, her juices starting to run down her inner-thigh. She ran her pussy back against him, slid it over his cock to increase the feeling...

The feeling, in her heat it was all that mattered, the need to be fucked, wanting him to go on for ever, but it wasn't enough to get her off, she needed more.

Max slid forward, his cock slipping out of her body; quickly she spun around, pulled him and pinned him on the table, her agility easily allowing her to straddle him. Mikhail couldn't believe how quickly she got him on the...

"Ffffuck", he swore losing his thought when she gripped his cock and impaled her slender frame on it.

Max bent over him and rapidly trust her hips up and down, her ass taping against his balls in a blur. Her eyes fluttered as she approached her climax. She ran her fingers down to her clit and began to rub it feverishly while circling her waist, the pulses of his cock feeding her desire.

"Yummy, so good baby", she slowly slid her pussy up and down his length as her pussy started to tighten then held still as the shivers ran up her spine then down her pussy cavitation's, her toes curled and her eyes drove to the back of her head as she froze in a moment of intense sexual bliss. Then all at once she came crashing down her body convulsing in spasms as her pussy gripped and milked the hot spunk being ejaculated into her body.

Max awkwardly thrust her hips up and down until Mikhail finished cumming, then opened her eyes and smiled.

"That was incredible."

Mikhail smiled before his eyes shot open as he saw Max's fist flying in and his world darkened.

Petrovic had little time to respond as in a blur of motion the girl moved toward him. Max flipped over the desk then spun around driving her foot through Petrovic's face, the chair he sat on rolling against the wall before tipping letting him topple onto the floor in an unconscious heap.

Max turned to look at Bytchkov. He was cowering behind the coffee table.

"Hey, here's the dealio Serg, your boss found out you were gonna rat him out and he was gonna put a cap in your ass."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"A mutual friend sent me to rescue you", Max said heading to the safe. She put her ear to it and listened for the crisp 'click' of the bolt opening, then opened it and began emptying the cash into a packet.

"You're robbing me?"

"Hey, a girl's gotta get paid, now let's get out of here before these two goons come too."

*

Donald Hady picked his phone, "I told you not to call me..."

"WHAT?"

"If I'm fucking compromised..."

"Bytchkov knows everything! You better find him, I'll send out a few of my men..."

"JUST FUCKING FIND HIM!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Dark Angel: Heat Wave Ch. 02



My apologies for the long absence, wish I could promise I'd be updating regularly but I've been having tons of internet problem. Hopefully this story will make up for it.-INYOTEF ;)

*

Even though the momentary satisfaction had provided some relief, the yearning was still very much present, and hooking her arm in Bytchkov's with his hand on her lower back was only causing the desire to build all the more rapidly. Max bit her lip as the two of them moved through the club trying to behave like the tart she was pretending to be...

The idea was that she would act as if she were escorting Bytchkov home for the evening, and considering that this was his strip club, that shouldn't be too hard she thought, but then again...

"Mr. Bytchkov", Max recognised the approaching man as the bouncer from the employee entrance.

"I'm on my way out Tyrese", Bytchkov replied.

"Mr. Petrovic and Mikhail are lying out cold in your office!"

"What!"

Max smiled to herself, Bytchkov was quite the actor. Still she didn't have time for this, her body was hot, and being in a strip club while in heat was stupid enough! She didn't think, she just acted, she drove her palm into Tyrese's nose taking the 220 pound man out with a single blow, his nose gushing blood as he fell to the ground.

Bytchkov's eyes bulged, then came the scream of a nearby stripper.

"Fuck", Max muttered as she picked up three more bouncers moving in to investigate the commotion. She grabbed Bytchkov by the arm and pulled him through the crowd.

BLAM! BLAM!

The gunshots caused a panic of screams to ripple through the club. Max turned to see Mikhail standing with a smoking gun in the air on the upper floor...

"Clubs closed, everybody fucking out, NOW!"

Max moved faster heading toward the door before Mikhail could pick them out of the crowd.

"Yarrgh!" the bouncer at the door groaned as Max slammed her fist into his groin, and as he lurched forward she tossed him over her back. She pushed the door open and pulled Bytchkov along with her into the midnight air. Max scanned for the area where she left her bike...

"MAX, HEY MAX!" PEEP! PEEP!

Max looked to the screaming and car horn sounds, Eric was calling her over to an old rusted, busted up Toyota. Max smiled pulling Bytchkov toward the car, they got in and Eric sped off in a backfire of black exhaust smoke. Max looked back as Mikhail came out of the club with four goons still looking for her and sighed in relief.

*

"Shit Maxie, do you like, just attract trouble, I mean what the fuck?" Eric complained as he struggled with the sticky gear, still speeding down the street.

"You can slow down, they're not following us", Max said, ignoring the outburst, "Thanks, by the way."

"Who the hell is this", Bytchkov asked from the back seat, "it is man you were fucking in my club..."

"Who are you, you work for Eyes Only?" he yelled at Eric.

"Hey shut it!" Max yelled, not wanting Eyes Only mentioned around Eric, but it was too late.

"What? Eyes Only, shit Max, you're part of the Eyes, fucking, Only informant net!" Eric asked, shocked

"Who are you?" Bytchkov asked Eric.

"I'm her boyfriend dude."

"No, his not," Max snapped.

"Shit, it all makes sense, you jumping and swimming to Sedro island, the weird dude that called me, and now this shit in the club..."

"Eric, shut up!"

"Where are you taking me? If Petrovic or Hady finds me..."

"Yeah Max, where the fuck are we going, you put my life in danger?" Eric whined.

"I didn't put you in danger, you chose to yell out to us..."

There's a safe house in the sector, we're heading there," She finally replied.

*

The safe house was an old hotel that Eric pulled up along side. "Eric stay here," Max said opening the car door.

"What, are you kidding me?"

"You can look out for any trouble," Max smiled making Eric feel all brave.

She got out of the car feeling the droplets of rain, sighing as it provided some relief to her burning flesh. She and Bytchkov entered the hotel.

The clerk was a heavily tattooed guy in his twenties with piercings in his face, he looked up from the comic he was reading as the couple entered, his eyes immediately falling on the stunning young woman. Max leaned over the counter, hormones immediately responding to the hot stare the man was giving her, she flashed a seductive smile, "room 24."

"Eh,-eh-yeah, I got the call..."

He fumbled with the keys strewn across the counter for the one with the numbered tag he was looking for. Finding it he handed it to the smoulderingly beautiful woman, trying to feel her soft hand as he did. The simple touch was enough for Max to become aroused and she gulped.

She quickly took the key and turned away from the guy.

*

Bytchkov looked around at the cockroach infested room and sniggered. Max saw his reaction, "sorry, murder and prostitution pays a lot better than morality."

"Fuck you bitch, in my world it is kill or killed," he said sitting on the bed...

"Petrovic and Mikhail are monsters, they will not just kill me, they will kill my wife and my daughter in old country. But your Eyes Only gave me word that he would bring my family to America and find us new names, and new lives in New York..."

There was just a hint of a smile on Sergei Bytchkov's weary face, "I want to show my little Anya Statue of Liberty."

Max almost felt sorry for him, "Hey," Bytchkov looked up at her, "If Eyes Only makes a promise, he delivers, kay. You just worry about holding up your end, and I'll keep you alive."

"So, you gonna get down and dirty with me for now baby?" Bytchkov sniggered.

Even heat wasn't enough to get Max to ignore the disgust of a man who had just spoken of his family and baby girl trying to get in her pants, "Errgh," she sniggered in disgust pulling her face.

"I'll be in the room across the hall; you come in there and your life's not in danger, trust me, it will be!" with that Max left Bytchkov in his room.

*

Max sat crouching on the roof of the hotel looking down into the surrounding alleyways. She had changed into her usual skin tight black outfit and leather waistcoat. Not one who slept much, she had checked the perimeter three times in as many hours for any sings of danger. Dow below in the street was Eric's car, Eric himself, sprawled out and snoring on the back seat.

Max caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, her senses peeking, she heard the footsteps scurry down the alleyway. Her binocular and night vision allowed her to clearly see the two men padded with heavy body armour and assault riffles make their way to the hotel. She could tell by the way they moved that they were soldiers, probably mercenaries hired by Bytchkov or Hady.

She leapt off the roof, dropping down the five stories and landing silently behind the men. She then gripped the one mercs neck in a head lock clutching tightly in a sleeper hold; he struggled for a moment before he passed out. Max placed him on the ground and turned to his friend...

"Hey," she whispered at him.

The shocked merc turned around training his gun on her ready to squeeze the trigger, but Max moved in a blur disarming him and pointing his own riffle at him. The stunned soldier raised his hands behind his head in surrender.

"Take off your helmet," Max ordered.

He pulled the chin strap loose then pulled off the helmet he wore and tossed it aside, Max smiling looking at his pretty boy face and baby blue eyes.

"Now your clothes," she barked.

The soldier frowned as if he hadn't heard right.

"Now!" Max yelled.

The man quickly yanked off his armour and the proceeded to strip off his uniform, after which he stood before Max stark nude.

Max's smile broadened as her eyes drank in the soldiers chiselled Pecs, broad shoulders, and wash board abs, all the way down to his impressive dangling cock.

"On the bed," she said gesturing behind him.

The man turned and looked confused at the bed in the alley that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and then looked back at Max. She raised an eye brow waiting impatiently for him to do as he was told.

He went and lied down on his back then smiled as a now, naked Max crawled up on top of him, "this can't be real," he moaned.

"I hope you're as good as you look soldier," Max said gripping his cock and stroking it as she guided it toward her lush, wet slit, "'Cause I don't take disappointment lying down."

With that she looked up and shut her eyes as she sank down swallowing his hard, thick cock in her soft eager pussy. She reached down and gripped his strong shoulders as she ground her waist into his then thrust up and down, her cunt gripping hungrily around his shaft.

She through her head back the soft locks of her dark brown hair cascading over her contorting face as she bounced up and down, her firm round tits jiggling hypnotically with every sensual movement.

"fuckme soldier, c'mon fuckme, you're rendering a service," she teased as she bent over him and pushed her pelvis into his taking him deep inside her yearning body. She circled her waist whimpering as she felt her body burn up and her pussy drip its translucent juices all over his genitals. He gripped then spread her ass cheeks and she raised her rear pushing it into his strong hands, his cock slipping slightly out of her.

Max's face scrunched up as he started rapidly thrusting up into her, her convulsing pussy burning as his cock rammed in and out of her. She spread her legs further unable to breathe as she was taken, the man wrapping her arm around her back to hold her in place as he scoured her pink interior. Her mouth open, body burning she mumbled as her orgasm started to build up. She gripped the bed sheets then shoved her hips down into him filling herself completely with his throbbing dick inviting the pleasurable release...

Max moaned, shooting up, her eyes fluttering opened as she looked up at the ceiling in her hotel room.

Her heart was racing her body clammy and her breathing heavy. She fell back on the bed pulling the pillow over her head and screaming out in the frustration of another heat induced wet dream. And from the feeling of her soaked panties it was a really wet dream. She got up and headed to the bathroom.

Lying in a bath that was stained yellow was not what Max wanted to do, but her body was so hot again she had to do something. Lying in the cold water, she ran her hands over her breasts, they were swollen and her nipples felt hard like little pebbles. Her hand slid over her flat pierced tummy down to he slit, she shivered as her fingers barely skimmed over the soft velvet folds of her pussy lips. Finding her entrance she took in a shaky breath snapping her legs tightly closed around her hand as she pushed two fingers inside herself curling them up against her sensitive inner-walls.

"My god Max, you really are horny."

Max shot up sitting in the bath shocked at the sound of the voice. She found herself looking up at Eric standing in the bathrooms doorway his hand down his jean shuffling around, "euh-sorry, the door was open, both the doors."

The shock of being caught getting herself off quickly vanished, replaced by the heat fuelled need to be fucked. Max stood up facing Eric, letting him see her in all her nude glory. 

His eyes widened, his hand shuffling faster, as his eyes roamed over her incredibly toned body. Her flawless face, her plump and ample breasts, her erect protruding light brown nipples, her firm flat tummy and pierced navel, her tender little tight pussy with the small stripe of pubic hair above her clit, all the way down her long shapely legs and cute dainty toes shimmering in the water.

Eric cringed, going cross-eyed, he clutched the door hard and groaned snapping his eyes shut.

A confused frown crossed Max's face, and then she looked down at Eric's jean as wet patches stained the front.

"You have got to be kidding me!" 

Eric had jizzed his pants at the mere sight of her naked.

But Max was desperate, and knowing she had that effect on a man only made her hornier. She jumped out the bath and pulled down Eric's pants grabbing his cum-stained deflating cock, licking then sucking it, trying to get him hard again.

"MUTHA SHIT.. Max!" Eric groaned feeling Max's warm mouth working over his sensitive cock, "Max, h-hld.. ohfck, Max! Max?" Eric tried to get her off him placing his hands on her head, but she had strength like he couldn't believe. With a loud thump he toppled backward onto the floor.

Max ripped her lips from his limp cock some of his cum trailing from his cock head to her lip. Eric looked up at that sexy pout of hers, she was goddamn gorgeous. A smile flashed across Max's face as she felt his cock starting to swell again in her hand. She started stroking it slowly.

Max crawled over him once he had grown fully erect, "you know Eric, I'm glad you came pre-maturely, now you can fuck me long and hard. With that she lifted his shirt and started sucking on his nipples and gnawing her teeth over him her top lip rubbing over his chest. Max hand found her clit and she started rubbing and stroking it. She hissed as she felt Eric's hand cover hers the laughed sexily as his finger prodded at her entrance.

She lifted her head up at him smiling, the brown locks of her curly hair cascading her angelic face. She eased her waist back feeling his finger slip into her slit, then started sliding her pussy over his finger still slowly exciting her engorged clitoris, while nipping and biting softly at his neck.

Eric moved his finger inside Max's hot pussy curling and circling it watching her face and mouth as she made some of the most erotic noises he ever heard. As Max slid her slick slit up he inserted a second finger into her body then used his thumb to push her finger harder against her clit. Max swallowed a moan as her knees weakened slightly, pushing her free hand against the wooden floor to keep from falling, she was so close.

She lifted her waist forward, Eric's fingers sliding out of her vagina. She took his hand from between her legs and licked her excretions off, one finger then the other, Eric moaning hoarsely.

"You wanna fuck me Eric, fuck me like we did in the club?" she gripped his cock and rubbed it over her pussy lips, the cum of his earlier ejaculation smearing all over her soft fleshy folds, "tell me you wanna fuck me Eric!"

Eric could barely take it, usually if he had came once he could go for a while before blowing again, but the mere thought made his eyes snap shut as he shot a wad of cum against her pussy, his cock aching as it throbbed in her hand. Max was too much, cum oozed out his pee-hole coating over her wet lips mingling with her own juices and the globs of his messy sperm. Max cooed as she felt it, "Yeah, you really wanna fuck me Eric, I can tell, you just can't wait..."

"Don't worry bout that", Max purred pushing down allowing an inch of his cock to stretch her tight little slit open as it pushed inside her eager pussy, her lips curling up, "I can't wait either." Another inch pushed into her and she pulled her hand from between her legs and placed both of them firmly on Eric's chest, her knees scraping across the wooden floor as more of his hard cock filled her, her tight pussy bulging around it.

The stickiness of his cum smeared around their genitals as Max was filled with more cock, the milky mess mingling into his thick pubic hair. Max's neck muscles strained as she stretched her body out looking up at the ceiling as she slid further and further down Eric's hardness till his hairy balls cushioned against her ass. She felt his lips graze her right nipple before he sucked on as much of her tit as he could get in his mouth.

She started rotating her waist as she thrust up and down quickly starting to bounce on his cock feeling him pulse inside her. Her pussy gripped around his cock as she slid it up and down his length faster and faster working her body to a much needed orgasm...

*

The three imposing men stood on the bridge watching as a silver Cressida approached. They all wore black trench coats over green tank tops with suspenders and a pair of cameo pants and army boots. Behind them was a man with blond hair and a thick beard.

The car stopped and police chief Donald Hady got out. He spoke to the blonde man, "you understand how sensitive this situation is?"

"All me and my men are interested in is the funding needed for our research police chief Hady," the man replied.

"I want Bytchkov dead before dawn. $ 2 500," Hady handed the man a bag. 

"The agreement was for-

"Half now, and the rest when your men have dealt with the problem", Hady said smiling.

"Fine, you said it was a girl who took him?"

Hady handed him a picture, "taken from the security camera in the clubs office."

The man looked at the picture, frowned, then looked at Hady smiling, "you can keep the rest of your money, I want her, alive!" he said looking at the picture of Max.

*

Max clutched the blankets of the bed, her leg pressed against her chest, Eric holding it in place over his shoulder as he pistonned his cock in and out of her pussy. Eric winced as he felt her pussy muscles flexing around his dick, he let go of her leg letting it fall to her side, her agile body easily allowing her to then wrap both legs around his waist locking his cock deep inside her cunt. She moaned as he thrust in and out of her a lot slower than before.

Ten minutes ago she had rode him on the floor till she came hard, even now she could still feel how wet she had made his balls as it slapped against her ass. After she had regained her senses she had felt ashamed that she was acting like such a slut, but when he started to thrust into her fast and hard, it passed.

They worked their way to the bed where Eric was once again about to make her cum. Already she could feel the fluttering in her stomach the quivering of her vagina, she was on the brink of climax.

The sexual fog was lifted by the sound of the phone ringing. Eric pushed his cock deep into her and froze. Her eyes opened and she also stopped following his lead her legs slacking over the bed. 

Max reached out for the phone, she tried to get her breathing regulated before she spoke, "Hallo?"

"Max?"

"LOGAN!" Max squeaked.

"Max you okay?"

"Yeah-ahhh", her answer raised to a moan as Eric gnawed at her neck and started to slowly fuck her again. "Hey stop", she whispered trying to cover her arousal hoping to god Logan wouldn't guess she was fucking someone she barely knew.

"Max, is Bytchkov alright?"

"OH Fck", Max whined in ecstasy as Eric gave her a few quick half thrusts flicking the hood of her clit sending unbelievable shivers through her body. She was trying to think clearly, trying to answer Logan, but with Eric slowly thrusting his cock between her thighs, going deeper with each push, all she could do was bite back the pleasurable moans.

"Max, what happened to Bytchkov?" Logan asked, concerned.

"What nothing, I just, his fine," Max fumbled trying to find words as Eric fucked her closer and closer to her orgasm, she had to do something, had to push Eric off her or risk Logan hearing the unmistakeable sound of her cumming over the phone. She snapped her eyes shut tightly as Eric lightly bit her earlobe and drove deep into her wet cunt, her toes curling, 'god it felt so good.'

She wanted to push Eric off her but instead fumbled to put the phone down then clutched him closer to her arching her back and pushing her tits into his chest, Eric reciprocated by plunging his cock between her spread legs and fucking her as fast as he could, his cock sloshing in and out of her perfect little slit.

"Oh Maxie", he moaned as he drove into her, feeling her slippery cunt clamp around his cock she was so tight, so warm, so wet, so fucking perfect. He watched her tits bounce up and down as he rocked her with long hard thrusts, watched her jaw clench as she enjoyed his hard dick inside her body, she was so fucking perfect.




Dark Angel: Heat Wave Ch. 02



He gripped her shoulder gnawing it as he rammed his stiff dick in and out of her sweat kissed body making her whine and thrash around under him, her convulsing sex gripping and drawing his manhood deeper in. She wrapped one leg around him again moving in sync with him as the fucked, using her flexible body to angle herself just right to ride every delicious thrust.

The old mattress squeaked as Max and Eric slapped into each other on top of it fucking as hard as they could coming ever closer to release.

"OH FCK!" Max yelled out her pussy lips curling in as in one, two, three thrusts Eric's cockhead brushed against her G-spot, her eyes snapped shut and her toes curling, she adjusted her waist meeting his thrusts as she climaxed, her whole body surging with pleasurable spasms. Her juices ran down her ass pooling on the bed spread as she had the wettest orgasm of her life.

Eric groaned, holding out for as long as he could feeling Max's inner-walls massage his cock and her juices spilling out over his genitals, he fucked her slower, pulling nearly all the way out of her contracting slit then pushing as deep in as he could. But he couldn't last any longer with one last thrust deep inside her his cock expanded and he shot his load into her in wild erratic spurts. The feeling of the hot sticky sperm spewing inside her renewed her orgasm and Max just allowed it to roll through her body as she shook and spasmed beneath Eric, trying to push her waist into him and take his cock as far inside her has his medium length would allow as it continued to squirt wads of sperm into her body.

"Fffuck", Max finally breathed as her pussy milked the final few spurts of cum and her orgasm slowly washed over her. 

"Fuck", she whispered again as she felt the limp cock slip out of her as Eric rolled off her and went to the toilet. Max wrapped herself in the blanket, her body still slightly tingling. 

She shot up as she looked at the phone...

It wasn't on the receiver, it was lying on the ground. Had Logan heard? Heard her getting fucked, heard her scream as she came? Heard Eric groan as he came!?

She wanted to take the phone and put it to her ear and hear if Logan was still on the line but she couldn't. She couldn't help it, this wasn't her, it was the heat...

Besides, Logan and her weren't even like that, they were just friends...

She had told everyone else that, but did she believe it? 

Max got up and used some tissues to clean the drying cum around her pussy then quickly threw on her clothes, she could hear Eric in the shower, she had to get out of here now.

*

Max slammed the door of Bytchkov's room open, "Up, we're outta here, now."

Bytchkov stirred out of sleep, he looked at the clock, 02:55am. "What the fuck, are we in troub...?"

"Now! Move!" Max grabbed him up.

They left the hotel room and went down the stairs...

They both froze...

The clerk lay across the counter, his neck snapped violently.

"They find me," Bytchkov whimpered.

"Quit", Max hushed him, she was using her enhanced senses to pick up any signal of where the killers were now. She looked up at the ceiling at the direction of the room Bytchkov was in four stories up, the men were in there, yes she could tell they were men, three of them.

"Let's go," Max told Bytchkov.

They left the hotel and went to Eric's car. Max got in and hot wired it then sped off down the street, she looked at the rear view mirror at the man that crashed through the fourth story window and landed unscathed then started chasing the car running almost as fast as she could.

Bytchkov pulled out a gun and fired twice, the first shot hitting the man in the shoulder causing him to lurch back but still chase after the car. The second hit him in the forehead and he fell down.

Max next saw two other men stop by him.

"Did you fucking see that...?"

"Hey, why do you have a gun?" Max yelled, she grabbed it and threw it out the window.

"You bitch," Bytchkov yelled.

"Shut up, I don't do guns, now just shut up!"

In the back of Max's mind was the guilt of leaving Eric and stealing his car, somewhere there was the worry that Logan had heard her having sex, but right in front were these men. She had seen them before, super-adrenaline supped whack jobs caused by a chip in their brains- Reds! 

They had no fear, they felt no pain, and they were looking for her...

*

Blood ran from the bullet wound in his forehead down the mans face as he looked up at his two companions, his life fading fast. As he spoke he coughed up blood, "It is her, the girl, find her."

One of the other two spoke, "we will, your death will not be in vein." 

"No regrets", the dying man said, "I HAVE FOUND HONOUR IN SERVING!"

"YOU SERVED WELL!" the two yelled together.

Then he died. The chip dislodged itself from the back of his neck the wires intertwining till it looked like nothing more than a screw.

One of the two picked it up then both of them walked off leaving their dead comrade in the street.

They walked to a van. The window rolled down and the blonde man looked at them. They gave him the chip.

"We will have to find another. For now..."

"Find her."

*

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Dark Angel: Heat Wave Ch. 03



Max stood in front of Logan's door her hand hovering in the air ready to knock, it appeared that at least for the last twenty minutes despite the fact that she was around Bytchkov, her mind was cleared of the heat induced sex cravings, the South African supped up Red's had been on her mind. Or maybe sleeping with Eric had just subsided the yearning...

Now she had to face Logan not knowing if he had overheard her and Eric fucking each others brains out. She stood there recalling how hard Eric had given it to her, she could almost still feel his hard smooth cock throbbing as it slid in and out of her pussy as he pushed it further and further into her. She chewed her lip as she remembered how he twitched inside her, how she pushed her hips into him inviting him deeper by spreading her legs just as he filled her with jets of warm milky spunk...

Max clamped her legs shut as she felt her vagina tingle and moisten by her vivid naughty thoughts...

"You want me to stand all day in blindfold..?"

Bytchkov's complaint brought her back to the here and now, "fuck", she muttered under her breath. Another six hours and her heat cycle would dissipate, but these last few hours were the worst, and clearly Eric had not satisfied her indefinitely.

Max took a deep breath then rang the doorbell.

Blaine, Logan's bodyguard opened up; in her heat Max's eyes immediately drank in his chocolate dark defined body, her eyes travelling to his trousers where she imagined he hid a tool that couldgive some real satisfaction, Eric was fine, but she liked it hard, big, long and thick.

"Max, Lo- Blaine stopped himself when he saw Bytchkov, "boss-man's in his computer room."

Max shrugged off the desire forcing her mind off sex and tearing her eye off him looking down at the floor instead, "Yeah thanks."

She grabbed Bytchkov and took him into the apartment, then threw to the living room, "you, sit, stay!"

"What am I, fucking dog?" Bytchkov muttered.

"I thought I told you to shut it!' Max snapped.

"Blaine could you watch him?"

Blaine nodded.



*



Logon sat in front of his computer working on files on Petrovic and Hady, "you brought him here!?"

Max read Logan's body language, he was acting indifferent, but was it because he knew or because she put the phone down on him, she couldn't be sure.

"There was trouble, some friends of mine managed to find me", Max answered sarcastically.

Logan turned to face her but he didn't look her in the eye, "friends?"

"Yeah, the computer chipped super-charged kind."

Even if he was pissed Logan couldn't hide his concern, "Reds? You okay?"

"We got out..."

"Our Russian friend managed to gun one of them down, but you just don't know with these jokers, prolly just pissed the bullets out and tried to pick up my trail again", Max said trying to appear unafraid.

"Well he can't stay here", Logan said swinging his wheelchair to his desk and shuffling his files around, clearly not really doing anything with them, "he'll compromise Eyes Only."

"Are you serious, compromise you...?!"

"Hey, careful, his in ear shot, Jesus!"

"Fuck you!" Max spat, becoming irritated despite the situation she knew she was responsible for.

They stared at each other angrily for a second then broke eye contact.

Logan spoke first, "I send you to pick up a witness and you fuck him?"

Max eyes widened, Logan thought he had heard her screwing Bytchkov. As stupid a thought as it was, she was sought of relieved he didn't know it was Eric. But she didn't say anything further, still pissed, she just left the room.

Logan cursed his tactless remark and stared at his own eyes on the Streaming Freedom Video feed.



*



Blaine came into the kitchen finding Max there, "there you are, I had to lock the Russian in the spare room, and Logan went to meet with an inform-

Blaine looked again to see Max's eyes red, "Max, you okay?"

"Fine", she wiped her eyes.

"Hey", Blain came over putting his arms around her slender frame.

The touch was all that was needed to flood her with heat-fuelled desire again.

Blaine looked into her eyes as she looked up, he didn't know why but there was a yearning in them, as if she wanted him to tear her clothes off, but this was Logan's girl, even if they were both too damn stubborn to admit it...

Either way she was having an effect on him.

Standing so close to Blaine, Max felt movement in his pants, she didn't think she moved in closer, pressed her mid-section to his. She was right he felt massive, 6" at least.

Blaine groaned, was this really...?

Fuck yes! Max was grinding herself against his hard-on.

"Max?" he queried.

Blaine looked up pursing his lip, Max biting her own as she reached down and groped his cock through his trouser and started jacking him off.

"MAXMAXMAX!" Blaine groaned as her hand moved faster and faster. Not content with a hand job through his pants Max kicked off her pants and shoes, Blaine quickly joining her, forgetting all thought of what Logan would think...

Max eyes widened as she looked at Blaine's huge black dick as it sprung free, she was hornier than she had been right through her cycle, she jumped onto Blaine wrapping her legs around his waistand placing wet kisses all over his lips. Blaine gripped her ass cheeks digging his fingers into her flesh spreading them apart, his bulbous bell of a cockhead prodding at her slit.

Max moaned in a breathless voice, she reached down gripping his cock and rested it against her opening, Blaine groaning again feeling just how wet she was. She pushed into him and he pushed up, his 9" cock pushing through her folds and parting her cervix as it eased into her.

"Fuck yess," Max breathed deeply, this is what she wanted, he was so fucking big, she pushed down hard yelling out as she forced his cock deep into herself in one hard thrust of her hips.

Blaine stood holding her slender body as she started thrusting up and down quickly, her hot wet sex slurring up and down his shaft drenching it in just a few thrusts.

Max huffed and strained for breath as she worked her pussy up and down Blaine's cock, his length stretching her further open than Eric ever could. Blaine held on gritting his teeth as Max moved in his strong arms, she was able to angle her body just right to excite his dick with her rapid thrusts. She thrust faster gripping him inside her sex, slipping it up and down his cock, her breathing ragged as her feet dangled in the air as he held her. Her arms wrapped around his neck; Max bound her waist up and down her hair falling over her face that was crunching in satisfied contortion as his hard cock fed her abnormal heat induced craving.

"Oh fuck, yess, god", Max whined as she continued moving her body, trails of sweat starting to run down her thighs, her pussy started to ach because of all the sex she had, had in the last few hours. She slowed down easing her pussy up and down Blaine's cock till she caught her breath, resting her forehead against his.She hugged Blaine tightly as she lifted her waist sighing as his cock slipped out of her vagina, then placed her feet back on the ground.

Blaine rested against the table breathing heavily. Max, still hot with lust, slid down on her knees taking his cock and pumping it a few times then swallowed it into her warm mouth eliciting another groan from Blaine.

She moaned at the tangy taste of her own juices as she ran her tongue over the side of his cock before taking him as far in as she could. She held him there for a moment then started bobbing her head up and down his cock, slurping as she savoured the taste, running those pouty lips up and down his length.

Max massaged Blaine's balls smiling at him with his cockhead rested on her tongue; he groaned looking into those soft doe eyes. "Shit", he groaned as a spurt of cum shot into her mouth. Max smiled swallowing then licking the leftover trail before getting to her feet.

Blaine reached between her legs finding her clit and pinching it before rubbing it feverishly causing Max to frown and moan like a little porn tart as she opened her legs slightly for him to continue. She put her hand on his pressing it against her core as he rubbed her soft tight pussy, "god, like th-that," she mumbled.

Max put her hand on his bald head gesturing him to go down on her. Blaine went down on his knees, taking her right leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He looked at Max's wet slit, her moist pussy lips, then lapped his tongue up her entire sex. Max shuddered, "God," she moaned, her hands still on his head, pushing her groin into his face as he licked her pussy.

Blain held her leg firmly as she rotated her pussy following the movement of his mouth. He started plunging his tongue into her slit trying to taste inside her, Max moaning and whimpering as he went at her. He moved his mouth up and began gnawing at her clit using two of his fingers to stimulate her as he rapidly slid them in and out of her cunt.

Max bit her lip, her clitoris throbbing in Blaine's mouth, her body beginning to shudder. If he kept this up she was going to cum.

"No, fuck stop!" she whined.

Blaine looked up at her confused. Max pulled him up, her eyes dancing with lust.

She spun around resting her hands on the kitchen counter and pushing her scrumptious ass out wiggling it slightly. Blaine looked down at it, from the firm cushioned flesh of her perfect cheeks to the thin fleshy slit between her legs. She pushed her ass against his groin his cock rubbing over her pussy and ass.

Max looked up at him whimpering as he took his cock and pushed its head against her lips, she moaned as he teased her before taking hold of his hilt and sliding her pussy over him taking his shaft inside her again. She ran her pussy over his length as he held still, sliding it back and forth just half way. Then she pushed all the way taking him in as far as he would go, she then widened her legs and moved her waist in circles until he was gritting his teeth, twitching inside her. She smiled, craning her neck to look at him as she slowly moved her waist back and forth sliding her wet tight pussy over his rock hard member.

Blaine bent over her sliding her top up and groping her tits hard, squeezing them and pinching her nipples while holding himself balls deep inside her with her moving her waist from side to side. She loved it nice and slow for the moment, just enjoying his hand running over her body and his dick twitching snugly inside her pussy.

Max could hear her clear juices dripping on the tiled floor of the kitchen the strong smell of sex wafting in the air feeding her heat.

"Ahh", she moaned as Blaine slid his cock completely out of her then entered her again pushing all the way in. He did it again, this time rubbing his dick up and down her pussy lips before shoving it deep inside her. Max bit her lip hard clutching the edge of the table and standing on her toes as Blaine continued to tease her.

Suddenly he thrust into her hard, one hand gripping her waist tightly, the other still groping and massaging her tit, he put his body wait over her pinning her to the kitchen counter, then started pumping his cock into her hard and fast, every powerful thrust almost lifting her off her feet.

"Fck, Ohh, FFffuck", Blaine howled through gritted teeth as his balls began to ache, and his cock throbbed urgently.

Ohmigod, Ohh.. FFFUCK!" Max yelled, clutching the counter so hard the tile cracked under the pressure of her enhanced strength. She rested her cheek against the tilled counter top as Blaine rocked her body harder and harder.

"Jeez", Blaine groaned as he felt Max's pussy clamp tightly, painfully around his cock squeezing it and massaging it with her inner-walls. She got wetter and hotter inside as her pussy began to quiver. Her body began to vibrate, he even thought he heard her purr.

Max reached between her legs and pinched her clit then clenched her teeth as her orgasm over took her, her entire body tightening as surges of intense pleasure rolled through her. Her pussy contracted as her juiced flowed down her legs. She pushed her waist back as Blaine continued his unrelenting thrusts trying to continue the rough fucking, screwing her hard through her orgasm.

Looking down at the blissful look on Max face Blaine lifted his body off her and slowed down his thrusts, slowly pumping in and out of her leaking slit. He watched as her muscles started to jerk as her orgasm began to fade. Needing a little more stimulation to get himself off, he held her waist firmly with both hands and again began roughly hammering her contracting slit.

Max was too exhausted to moan any more, now lying over the counter, her knees too weak to stand on for the moment. Feeling Blaine still scouring her pussy, she flexed her cunt muscles around his cock to stimulate it more. Max eyes rolled to the back of her head with Blaine pro-longing her orgasm, the feeling of his dick roughly pumping between her thighs keeping her hormones raging at her sexual peak.

Blaine bit his cheek breathing heavier and heavier, watching Max's ass ripple with every thrust. He pulled her ass cheeks apart then slipped his cock out of her resting it on her bum.

Max moaned again as she heard Blaine grunt loudly, then felt warm splashes of cum spill on her ass and lower back. Strength completely spent, Max just lay there over the counter, her body sweaty, cum trickling down her ass and over her pussy, her own translucent juices running down her inner-thighs, her mind and body sated.

She finally got up to find herself alone in the kitchen. Max gathered her clothes and made her way to the spare room, and the shower.

Five minutes later she dunked her head under the warm spray of water, allowing it to wash off the feeling of Eric and Mikhail and Blaine, their hands, their cocks, and her own excretions. She turned and rested her forehead against the wet tiles, with the many times she had given into the desire of her heat, this had to of been the worst. Her body was still hot; the steam filling the shower caused more from her than the hot water.

She could still feel the lingering lust in her body, the hard fucking she had just had fed her need, but for how long, it would still be another four hours till her heat cycle ended. 

Bytchkov...

She still needed to get him to safety. Then there was this problem with Logan, how the hell would she make things right with him. She bet if she fucked him he would...

'God Max, no', she mentally scold herself. It was the heat talking; sleeping with Logan in this state would only distance them further, make fruitfully meaning relationship empty.

Max then thought of her current dilemma, the Red psychos that were after her, she wondered what would happen if they fucked her under the power of those implants, how many times she would cum, gangbanged by two super charged...

"Fuck!" Max yelled. She was aroused again.

She just stopped thinking, instead using the soap to wash herself, scrubbing her body clean, making sure she washed her tits and vagina quickly so as not to excite herself.

Max heard her beeper go off in the bedroom. Getting out of the shower, she wrapped a skimpy towel over her body above her breasts. She went to the room and took the beeper, she didn't recognise the number. Max picked up the phone and dialled the cell number.

"Max, this is Donald Hady."

"If you're looking for a call girl you got the wrong number chief Hady," Max replied cockily.

"I'm looking for Sergei Bytchkov," Hady responded, ignoring the remark.

"Never heard of him, I'm a Jam Pony messenger, I don't deal with the Russian mob, not unless they need packages delivered, ya know, we got a no questions policy."

"Cute..."

"You may wanna hold that thought."

The line went quiet.

"Max?"

Max got a lump in her throat at the sound of Eric's voice.

"Max don't give them-

"Sorry," Hady was back on the line, "bring Mr. Bytchkov to the warehouses on the docks, I won't elaborate on what will happen to your friend."

Max clutched the phone in anger, she was going to say something but the line went dead, followed by a dialling tone.



*



The bright light faded as Max's bike road in from the distance. She stopped it and cut the engine. Max looked around the docks through her yellow tinted shades, the pupil of her eye widening as she used her night vision and thenzoomed in to survey the area for any danger. She saw two cops standing by one of the warehouses.

Max turned to Bytchkov, who was behind her on the bike, "you need to trust me, I'll keep you alive, I got Eric into this mess so I got to get him out of it."

"By using me?" Bytchkov spat, "you bitch."

"Les just go, kay!" she snapped, annoyed with his constant curses and whining.

Max approached the warehouse holding Bytchkov by the arm, the two corrupt sector cops pointing their guns at her.

One of them nodded that she should enter the warehouse, his partner not hiding the fact that he was checking her out. Max smiled, the situation not enough to stop the heat from effecting her thoughts. Still, she managed to enter the warehouse without acting on her dirty thoughts.

Eric sat tied to a chair, his face bruised and his lip swollen and bloody. Max became enraged as her eyes glared at Donald Hady standing behind him with three more cops, it took all her self-control not to break every bone in their bodies, her Manticore trained mind having already registered the quickest way to subdue them, free Eric and get out without any hiccups.

"His feisty this one, wouldn't give you up, I think he has a thing for you. But we checked his phone and founda naughty little recording of you and him screwing in a hotel room," Hady said getting her attention.

Max eyes widened, the little weasel recorded them fucking!?

"He also had your number in his phonebook settings."

Max ignored Hady, "Eric you ok?"

Eric looked up at her, "I'll live," he answered then spat some blood onto the floor.

Max smiled at his bravery. She looked at Hady...

"You got five of your little boyfriends standing here with their guns all ready to put on a show, you prolly think you thunk it all out don't you...?"

"Six guys to take me out, then you get off all scot free, prolly killing Eric to stop him blabbing right...?" 

"You think I'm the whack? Truth is you're the whack!" Max smirked.

Hady got a smug look on his face, "You're a cocky little bitch aren't you...?"

"Still, I always think ahead, you know, a contingency plan."

Max heard a loud thud behind her and turned to see the two Reds staring at her, their faces cold and expressionless...

"Oh shit...!" she gasped.



Dark Angel: Heat Wave Ch. 04



The two men took a simultaneous step forward, causing Max to cautiously move back.

"C'mon guys, we played this game already," she said hiding her fear and trying to sound intimidating.

They just stared at her impassively.

"Before we continue, I need to take care of business," Hady interrupted pulling out his firearm. Max was so worried about the two Reds she didn't act when Hady took aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet bored through Bytchkov's head, exploding out the back in a spew of blood, skull and brains. His lifeless form fell at Max's feet, blood pouring out of the entry and exit wounds.

Max looked down at the body, she failed, for the first time she failed a mission Logan had entrusted her with, and all because of her fucking heat cycle...

If she could have contained her hormones and not fucked Eric in the club he wouldn't have got caught by Hady and his men. Hady...

Filled with anger Max acted, she leapt at him like a pouncing cat, jumping the ten feet toward him. Hady's eyes bulged at the exceptional display of athleticism.

One of the two Reds acted, he grabbed a crate and tossed it at Max, flinging it with all his might.

"MAAAX!"

The sound of Eric's voice, the feeling of wood shattering against her mid-air, the impact of the cold floor-

They were the last sensations that passed through Max's heightened senses before her world slipped into darkness...

*

Max groaned as her world slid into focus, a bright light above her blurring her vision. She winced as she felt a hand brush up her thigh. She tried to sit up but found that her hands had been cuffed above her head. She was on a bed, her legs spread open and tied to the bottom posts. Her pants, shoes and socks had been removed, leaving her lying there with her bottom half of her body completely exposed.

As her vision cleared she looked up at Hady sitting on the bed next to her. She tried to yell at him but found she had been gagged. Hady was running his hand up and down her inner-thigh inches away from her bald tender pussy.

"My, my Max, aren't you nice and wet," Hady smirked. He was right, her heat cycle was still plaguing her, and waking up half naked with a man rubbing her leg was really turning her on. She swallowed a moan as Hady's hand got closer and closer to her slit, silently wishing he would touch her there. Whimpering as he traced his pudgy finger over the thin stripe of pubic hair above her clit.

Hady was taken back by the lustful look in Max's soulful eyes, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and the strong smell of her sex was filling his nostrils as if she were releasing pheromones to arouse him. His cock was rock hard in his pants as he looked at her lying there helpless. The black top she wore stretched over her breasts, her nipples rock hard and showing through the fabric. 

He pushed her top up and freed her tits groaning at how great they looked, perfectly plump and supple, not loosing their firmness with her lying on her back. He reached out and cupped one of them, squeezing and massaging the soft skin. Max didn't even attempt to fight him off, instead pushing her chest up wanting him to feel her up, completely overcome by her hormones. 

Hady couldn't take it, he got up and pulled out his cock, Max's hungry eyes looking excitedly at his thick hardness. He got on top of her on the bed, surprised when she spread her legs a bit further allowing him access to her sex. He jerked himself a few times lining up with her sweet spot, Max huffing through the gag in anticipation.

They both groaned as Hady pushed his hard dick in, her tight cunt convulsing around his thickness as she stretched open, her back arching pushing her tits into him by the sheer feeling of pain and pleasure of being taken so forcefully. Hady grunted, wasting no time in starting to thrust in and out of her groaning as she immediately met his movements grinding her waist into him.

He pumped fast slapping into her body basking in the unbelievable heat of her sex, not believing how tight and wet she was. Max huffed into the gag as she tried to angle her waist just right clasping her thighs to his legs so that he could tease the hood of her clit and help her cum, his hard cock sliding between her thighs sending shivers up her spine.

Hady felt his cock begin to ache, he couldn't last she was too hot, he thrust slower as his balls tightened, his thrust becoming erratic...

"Fffck," he grunted as he pushed deep into her and let rip pumping spray after spray of cum into her taut body.

Max whimpered into the gag pushing her waist into him and rotating it in small circles as she felt the spunk fill her insides, breathing heavily. She winced as he got up pulling out of her and getting off the bed. Hady straitened himself out and left the room not looking back at her.

She laid on the bed her pussy still quivering, her heat still feeding her need for release. Hady had barely fucked her for two minutes before he came, it wasn't enough she needed more, it felt like she was going to burn up.

Then, Max smiled through her gag as one of the Red soldiers entered the room. There was no emotion on his face, but the bulge in his trousers told her all she needed to know. He walked over to her tearing his pants off, his huge cock dangling free. He then broke her cuffs off with his unusual strength, sitting on the bed and pulling her up onto his lap after he had taken care of the ropes that restrained her ankles and pulling her gag off.

"Sit," he ordered, "or die!"

Max didn't need to be ordered, her heat had taken over blocking all rational thought. She brushed her pussy lips over his cockhead then held his huge dick steady sinking down his length inviting him inside her willingly. She gripped his muscular shoulders through his coat watching his face as she started riding his cock. He showed no sign of pleasure, no emotion as she started bouncing on his dick.

Max ignored his expressionless face instead looking up shutting her eyes as she thrust up and down feeling him slip in and out of her cunt. She struggled to breathe as she fucked him, concentrating on the hard cock that filled her body so completely, the feeling peaking every sense in her. She turned as she heard another person entering the room. Max sank all the way down the mans cock and looked back at the other Red. She pushed the one she was riding down and presented her firm round ass to the other, her small round ring peeking out from between her ass cheeks. Looking back at the other soldier, she gave him a naughty smile, inviting him to join in.

The man pulled his cock free and walked over to her, the same expressionless look on his face as he gripped her waist with one hand holding her steady. Max didn't care, all she thought about is that two cocks were better than one, she bent over trying to relax as the man got ready to violate her ass. 

"FUCK!" Max yelled out as he pushed into her, her ring trying to force him out, but he pushed in hard burying his length in her ass, Max gripping the bed sheet, tearing it as she steadied herself. She tried to catch her breath with one thick cock in her ass and another deep in her pussy flooding her with sensations. She was the first to move, pushing down swallowing the hard dick in her cunt then pulling up and backward taking the dick in her ass further. She did it over and over until the two men started joining in. Soon they all started using their super-human abilities, fucking as hard and as rough as they could.

Max's eyes began to tear as they pumped their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass, pummelling her body and stretching her holes further and further, making her feel like they would rip her apart, but she loved it willingly grinding into them. Her eyes drove to the back of her head as she came, the intense pleasure searing through her sending her body into convulsing spasms. One orgasm ripping through her, Max cried in a voiceless scream as a second quickly followed, never in her life had she came so hard or in such quick succession.

*

Two hours later Max was sprawled over the bed with one Red soldier ploughing in and out of her sopping pussy as she sucked off the other. They had fucked her in every possible position drilling their dicks into her pussy and ass, and not once cumming. Meanwhile she had lost count of how many times she had climaxed. She was in her own sex dazed world, nothing else existing but the blissful pleasure of being taken by these men. Her pussy gripping around the one as he held her mid-section up sliding in and out of it, her luscious lips running up and down the others dick.

"Mmmphmmnnn", she moaned as another orgasm washed over her, her cunt tightening around the Red's cock as it pumped her little slit mercilessly, she pulled the cock out of her mouth squeezing it as her orgasm washed over her breathing heavily.She was exhaustedher entire body drenched in sweat but didn't want it to end. Throughout this intense sexual experience the two men didn't once show any trace of emotion or fatigue, not even a drop of sweat on their brow. 

The one that was fucking Max started slamming his cock into her, his balls slapping against her ass rocking her body back and forth. She pumped the others dick rapidly as she looked between her legs at her pussy bulged around the other ones hard cock, watched it pump in and out of her body, then went back to lathering the second Reds cock with her tongue. Her cunt was slick with her secretions, she could feel it running down her ass pooling on her bed spread as the first Red continued driving into her taut body...

*

Eight hours gone and Max was bent down between one Reds legs sucking his cock, the back half of her body bent up on her knees as the other drove into her perfect ass. Max's knees were buckling but he held her up by her waist as he thrust in and out of her reddened sphincter. Her thighs gleamed with all her juices that ran down them, the man's cock glistening as he slid in and out of her. The entire room smelt like sex. Never in her life had Max experienced anything like this, her every muscle ached, begging her to stop, if it weren't for her enhanced stamina she would have passed out hours ago, but she just kept going, even now she was enthusiastically sucking the ones cock, and grinding her waist back allowing the other the perfect angle to drive in and out of her asshole.

She bobbed her head up and down lathering the huge cock in her mouth with her tongue as she pumped her fist up and down its length not able to get enough of the intoxicating taste, her own juices tingling her taste buds making her hornier and wetter, her free hand rubbing her clit as two fingers worked in and out of her soaking pussy.

By now her heat cycle had past already, but with the men continuing to do deliciously degrading things to her, she couldn't stop. 

Hady was sitting on one side of the room stroking his cock as he watched the trio fuck, wishing he could join in, but knew better than to challenge the two men, especially after witnessing them fuck this whore for hours without breaking a sweat. He knew there was something about Max as well, she was showing signs of exhaustion but showed no desire to let up, having a seemingly insatiable sexual appetite.

Max slid her mouth off the cock she was busy with snapping her eyes shut as with the Red soldier pulling out of her ass and plunging his cock into her pussy she came yet again, this time squirting cum against the mans pelvis as she briskly slammed her cunt over his cock the pleasure so intense that she saw spots in front of her eyes almost causing her to pass out.

For the first time since this tryst began the Red soldier grunted as he shoved his cock inside her and dug his fingers painfully into her slender hips as he came. Max drove her waist back filling herself with his dick as he exploded deep in her, "Ohh, mmmnn, fck, ah," Max moaned feeling his cum leaking out her slit and running down her leg.

He pulled out of Max huffing but still not showing any emotion.Max got up and straddled the other Red, taking hold of his dick and impaling her body on it. She thrust up and down as fast as she could, the stickiness of the other Reds cum smearing between their genitals as Max slid her pussy up and down his cock. She ground into him every time she went down circling her hips with his filling her, then continued roughly thrusting, "C'mon you fuck, cum inside me, do it," she taunted looking into his cold, emotionless eyes. 

Soon he also started grunting, Max feeling him twitching urgently inside her. She pressed her tits against his chest bucking her hips and fucked him slowly, very, very slowly, running her cunt to the tip of his dick then sinking down again. She did it again and again, until she saw his brow twitch then took his cock balls deep inside herself and ground back and forth.

He grunted then shot his load into her, Max's eyes fluttering as the cum spewed into her body, her pussy gripping and sealing around his cock until he emptied his balls. She continued her deliberate, slow thrusts as he ejaculated his wad in her body, feeling her cunt grip and milk him of all his balls could give.

Catching her breath Max held still as he continued to pulse and twitch inside her. She had to act now, as tired as she was, this was her chance, both men were worn out. Calling on the last of her enhanced stamina and strength Max got off him hoping to god his energy was drained. She hit him with all her strength his jaw dislodging as he fell across the bed. Next Max acrobatically jumped over the bed and lunged her feet into the others stomach, sending him flying across the room hitting the wall so that it cracked.

Donald Hady tried to go for his gun, but with his pants at his ankles, he tripped and fell on his face. Max walked over to him and pulled him up, slamming him against the wall, his feet dangling an inch off the floor.

"Wait, wait!" Hady begged.

"I told you Hady, you're the whack," Max then took him and threw him against the wall so hard he hit his head and conked out...

"Max," Eric said as she came up to him, sweaty and naked. She managed to un-cuff his hands before her legs buckled, her exhaustion catching up with her.

"Max, Max, hold on," Eric's voice sounded like it was coming from a great distance away as it dulled in her ears as she lost consciousness.

*

Two days later a bruised and battered Donald Hady sat in court, taken in for sex crimes and first degree murder for killing Sergei Bytchkov. He was found guilty after being testified against by Eric.

Eric came out of the court house and looked down at Max on her motorcycle.

"That, was pretty cool," Max beamed at him, "You put a grade-A dirt bag behind bars."

"Well you know, I try," Eric said, "question is what is my reward?" he asked stroking Max's chin.

"Hey, you had your fun, we're just friends," Max said, slightly annoyed. Eric pulled his hand away, disappointed. Max looked at Eric with plasters on his face and a black eye. He had done that for her, if he had told Hady how to find her it would have saved him a world of hurt. But he didn't, he took the beating because he was trying to protect her, then he got her out of the warehouse after she had passed out. He had even called the cops to wrap up the mess; and now he had testified against Hady, putting him and a dozen dirty cops involved behind bars. Hady in turn had ratted out Petrovic for a reduced sentence. So Eric had helped bring down the entire operation...

All that and she was still treating him like a loser.

*

Eric's apartment, his lounge, clothes lay strewn across the room. Max held both his hands as she slowly grinded her waist up and down on his cock fucking him. His eyes fluttered as he watched her, the mid-day sun shinning on her naked body through the broken window making her look like an angel. He let go of her hands and gripped her waist sitting back on his couch. Max rested her hands on his shoulders and rode his cock effortlessly, her pussy gripping and squeezing him...

In Eric's bed room the normal programming on the TV cut...

"Do not attempt to adjust your set; this is a Streaming Freedom Video..." "The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds..." "It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city..."

"Seattle! Today one of you showed that they will not tolerate crime and corruption in our city. A young man faced death and still decided he would be brave enough to do what is right..."

"Because of his unselfish and self-sacrificing spirit, police chief Donald Hady was arrested along with 15 of his fellow corrupt officers. Sergei Petrovic is now on the run, last information placing him on a ship for Russia. As for Donald Hady, he didn't make it to prison as he was gunned down in transit an hour after his sentencing, his body shredded by machine gun fire..."

"One scum bag is off our streets, and little girls who have yet to become women need not fear becoming forced prostitutes..."

"This has been a Streaming Free-

"Hahh, haah, ohh, oh, oh," Max moans drown out the sound of the TV as she fucked Eric harder and harder, taking his cock deeper and deeper into her tender slit, every pleasurable thrust of her hips making her warmer and wetter.

She arched back resting her weight on her arms holding onto his knees as she bounced on his hard penis. Eric groped her tits tightly squeezing them together rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her hard nipples as he pushed into her from beneath trying to match the intensity of her fucking. 

"OHGOD ohmigod, yess, like that..fuck," Max whined as she drove her sopping pussy over Eric's cock. The pressure built inside her pussy tingling up her spine, her stomach fluttering as the pleasure increased, she squeezed Eric in her body making him groan as she went even faster.

"FFFck Max," he groaned, her cunt feeling great slipping up and down his cock, he wouldn't be able to last much longer, "hahh, you're so beautiful," he groaned watching her writhe in pleasure bouncing on his cock.

Max came back up hugging him tightly as she continued thrusting up and down in his lap, her hair sticking to her sweaty brow, her face contorted as she moaned and huffed, concentrating on the hard dick inside her. Her pussy began to quiver, her body almost humming. She pinched her eyes shut as her body tensed, driving her pussy up then sinking down on the throbbing cock inside her, gripping Eric's hips with her inner-thighs. She rode him faster her firm buttocks jiggling as it slapped rapidly on his ball-sack.

"Oh shitting fuck," Eric grunted unable to hold back any longer. He let rip gushing his hot strings of sperm into Max's tight body, her wet cunt immediately gripping and milking his throbbing cock.

Max opened her mouth barely eking a moan as she came with him, her pussy clamping around his spraying cock like a vice grip. She snapped her eyes shut as the feeling coursed through her, enjoying the pleasure and the warmness of Eric's sperm jetting into her vagina; her eyes driving to the back of her head.

She continued to run her soft tight pussy up and down his length slowly smearing her dripping excretions over his cock, still enjoying the electrifying feeling of her orgasm coursing through her body, her eyes rolling behind her closed lids. She found herself sitting there for a moment with Eric's deflated dick inside her, her fingers caressed his face as her eyelids fluttered open looking into his eyes a smile beaming on her glistening face. She got up off him, his cock sliding out of her pussy. Max smiled at him again looking flustered, "thanks, that was really great."

Eric sat there sated, a placid look on his face having satisfied a girl as hot as Max. He sat up when he saw her starting to dress herself, "Hey...?"




Dark Angel: Heat Wave Ch. 04



"Sorry," Max said cutting him short,"I don't want a relationship Eric, we had sex, great sex, and that's cool, really I had a lot of fun..."

Max pulled up her pants, "You were great, and this time I really mean it, but I gotta be free of attachments, it's not you, it's me..."

Max zipped up her pants, and pulled her top over her head then she slipped on her shades and put on her Jam Pony cap, spinning it back-to-front, "Les just leave it there, kay,"she winked at him, "Eric, you da man," she grinned then left his apartment.

Eric sat there on his sofa still panting lightly, he felt so... Used...

He rested his head back, wincing in pain as his swollen lip hurt when he tried to smile. His mind replayed the last fifteen minutes...

It was all worth it.

*

Max stood on the vandalised Space-Needle overlooking the city. Thick rain clouds rolled in the night sky above her- a storm was coming...

They were still out there looking for her- the Reds. As if having Lydecker trying to track her, and, having to find her Manticore siblings weren't enough to deal with. Then there was this problem with Logan overhearing her raunchy tryst with Eric over the phone...

Droplets started to tap on her skin and as she stood there she wondered what would happen next...

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