How to Date a Superhero Ch. 04

"It's possible," Hermes conceded. "Your power is quite remarkable, even for the varied heroes of Earth."

Mega-Girl dismissed the possibility, "I think my mom would have told me if my father was a god."

Hermes nodded, unwilling to push the issue, "Of course."

"We should be discussing more pressing matters," Apollo leaned forward to pour himself more wine. He filled Mega-Girl's glass as well.

Hermes digressed, "Very well. I've arranged a meeting tomorrow with your twin, but no doubt news of your arrival has spread throughout the city. Which could be a problem; Father has been rather crabby for the last few decades and the two of you didn't exactly part on good terms."

"You have a twin?" Mega-Girl asked Apollo, curious about his family.

"Aye," he nodded, "Artemis."

Hermes refreshed his own wine glass and explained to Mega-Girl, "If anyone can find the woman who ensorcelled Apollo and wants to kill you, it's Artemis. The trick will be convincing her to return to your plane, a place she swore she'd never go again."

"Why?" Mega-Girl wondered.

"She was in love with a mortal who spurned her," Apollo replied without any emotion.

"She did not take it well," Hermes chuckled. "To complicate matters, she bid Apollo to return to Olympus with her. But Apollo remained on Earth, favoring its environs over our own. Artemis remains resentful that her twin chose the mortal world over his own people."

Mega-Girl looked to Apollo, "How likely is it that she'll help us if she's still angry at you?"

"She'll help us," Apollo promised with a dark tone.

Mega-Girl held her gaze on him, sensing Apollo was right. The man oozed confidence with every word he spoke, with every movement of his chiseled frame. She had only been with him a short while but Mega-Girl found Apollo to be as intoxicating as Hermes' wine. It didn't hurt that he was easily the most visually stunning male she had ever seen, so gorgeous that she found it difficult at times to tear her eyes from him.

"Do you think Father will be a problem?" Apollo asked his brother, though he didn't sound overly concerned either way.

"Who can know?" Hermes replied indifferently, "It depends on his mood, which is impossible to predict."

Mega-Girl looked confused, "Is there something I should know about?"

"More often than not our father sees his children as his servants," Hermes explained. "My brother here has an inborn problem with authority..."

Apollo snorted.

"...suffice it to say that he has always disregarded the endless biddings of Zeus, which has resulted in quite a bit of tension. On many occasions this has led to blows between the two."

"You think he's going to show up and want to fight?" Mega-Girl sounded mildly concerned.

"We haven't seen each other in centuries," Apollo pointed out, "He'll likely ignore our presence."

"Still," Hermes suggested, "Tomorrow you should conclude your business with Artemis quickly and hasten yourselves back to Earth. The ire of Zeus is not a thing to trifle with."

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Travis pulled his tee shirt back on and smiled at its dry warmth. He loved putting on clothes fresh out of the dryer.

"I think it's raining even harder," Jordan was looking out a window, car keys clutched in one hand. She had changed into a pair of black skinny-jeans and a sweatshirt.

"Maybe we should wait until it lightens up," Travis suggested. "I'm in no hurry to get back."

"That's probably a good idea," she agreed, setting her keys down. She lifted a gesturing chin towards the nearby television, "See if you can find any weather reports?"

Travis found a remote on the coffee table and began searching the news channels. He found one of Gateway City's local stations doing a special report. "Hey, check this out... something's going on downtown."

Jordan approached and looked to the television. The camera was pointed at distant man hovering in the air with his arms wide, amidst the chaos of a lightning storm. It was hard to see through the heavy rain and flashes of lightning; Jordan didn't recognize the person, though it was clearly a super-powered individual.

"Turn up the volume," she prompted Travis.

"... reports that the super-villain Cyclone, a known associate of Master Disaster, is threatening to destroy the city unless authorities release The Leviathan from Blockade - the infamous supermax prison which houses the world's most dangerous super-powered criminals. So far all attempts to stop Cyclone have failed as he has defeated both The Phaser as well as Major Asskicker. Local authorities seem helpless and this reporter can't help but wonder: where is Mega-Girl?"

"Oh crap," Travis hit the mute button, "You better call Penny and let her know this shit is about to hit the fan. I've heard of this Cyclone guy; he can literally control the weather. He could wipe the whole city out!"

"I can't," Jordan murmured, still staring at the television.

"Huh?" Travis glanced at her, "What do you mean?"

"I can't call her," Jordan looked back to him. "It won't work. She's in the mother of all dead spots."

"Dead spot!? Are you kidding me? I've seen the technology you're working with in there," Travis gestured towards Jordan's room, referring to her computers. "You've got access to satellites and who-knows-what else. Where on Earth could she be?"

"That's the thing, Travis. She's not on Earth."

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Pushing a silver brush through her long blonde hair, Penny sat before a vanity mirror and couldn't stop smiling. After dinner she had enjoyed a luxuriating bath, which was really the size of a small pool, before retiring to a sizable guest room. Oil lamps and wax candles lit the chambers which featured a large bed, the vanity desk, and a small circular breakfast table. Two shuttered windows were open to the late night air, giving her a view of a distant mountain beyond the city that dwarfed anything she had ever seen on Earth.

Setting the brush down, Penny rose and padded in bare feet to the window, looking at the city. Hermes' estate was situated on a high hill, affording a spectacular view of the twinkling lights of windows and street lamps below. A cool breeze wafted against her cotton robe and Penny noted that even the air smelled differently in Olympus, reminding her she was far from home. The thrill of visiting a city where literal gods lived hadn't diminished since her and Apollo's arrival only hours earlier. Penny wondered how she would possibly describe it all to Jordan.

A knock sounded on the wooden door, interrupting Penny's musings. "Come in," she called.

The door opened to reveal Apollo, clad only in a simple loin cloth. Penny looked at him over her shoulder and nearly gasped at his perfect physique.

"You are still awake," he stated rather than asked.

"I'm too excited to sleep," she smiled, turning to face him. "I guess I'm still trying to process the fact that I'm in an entirely different dimension."

Apollo walked across the room to join her at the window and glanced at the slowly dwindling lights, "Olympus is a mythic place. I'm glad to have shown it to thee."

Penny turned and stood beside him shoulder-to-shoulder, though her 5'7" frame was considerably smaller than Apollo's, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Aye."

"Why do you talk like someone out of a Shakespearian play? I mean, with all the 'thee's' and 'thou's'? No one else talks like that here."

Apollo glanced aside at her with narrowed eyes, unable to tell if Penny was mocking him.

She grinned at him, "What? Don't be offended; I'm just asking."

Apollo glanced back out to the city, "I knew Shakespeare."

"Seriously?" Penny sounded impressed.

"I spent many centuries in Britannia, before America's revolution. Bill owned a play company in England that I oft frequented. What many forget is that he was as fine an actor as he was a writer. I found his manner of speech pleasing to my tongue, to answer thy question."

"Fair enough." Penny chucked, "You called him 'Bill'?"

"Aye."

"Did he know you were a god?"

Apollo shook his head, "I did not advertise my lineage after the fall of the Roman Empire. People then were swept-up by the prospect of new worlds, music and art, and the religions of Christ. My fellow Olympians, abandoned of mortal worship, had returned here long prior. The people of Earth had forgotten their gods truly existed and we became a myth; I saw no reason to convince them otherwise. Even now most people think 'Apollo' is simply a guise, a gimmick; they do not believe I am truly the man Romans and Greeks once worshiped as a sun god."

Penny stared at him, realizing she was standing next to an immortal who had lived through the world's known history. "You mentioned Christ," she murmured, "Was he real?"

Apollo looked at her as though he had heard the question a thousand times before, "A man who could walk on water and heal the sick?" He snorted, "That would be as foolish as a man who could fly and teleport."

"You didn't answer my question," she grinned.

"You are a woman of rare beauty, Penelope."

Penny blinked at the spontaneous compliment.

"And thy power rivals many of my fellow Olympians. Zeus himself would covet such power to exist within one of my sisters."

"Thanks," she was looking up at his green eyes and flowing blond hair, suddenly wondering what it would be like to kiss a god.

"Do you have a mortal mate?"

Penny raised her eyebrows, "You mean, like a boyfriend?"

Apollo lifted a hand to cup her cheek, "Aye."

"N-no," she answered, flustered by his touch but not opposed to it. "I m-mean I did, sort of, but... we broke up. Um, why do you ask?"

Apollo seemed to drift closer to her and Penny couldn't help but notice his scent, a combination of sweat and something musky that made her nostrils flare with attraction.

"Your breath is catching," he whispered.

"I'm tired," she lied, "And I had a lot of wine... during dinner..."

One of Apollo's arms slipped around her and Penny found her gaze level with the smooth pectorals of his tanned chest. She glanced aside at his arm and was surprised to see her own hand there, lightly caressing his bicep.

"Never before have I beheld a mortal such as thee. Never before in countless centuries has a woman so challenged me, as you did the day we fought in deadly combat. You are a lioness, Penelope, fit for a god."

"Apollo," she whispered, ready to tell him that they shouldn't do whatever it was he thought they were about to do.

But then his lips were on hers and all resistance melted from Penny's body.

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Gateway City University was situated on a massive campus on the south side of the city, only a few short miles from the downtown core. The brewing storm was plain to see from outside Jordan's apartment window, which faced north; and it was growing. Clouds were swirling above and rain was falling in sheets.

"It's getting worse out there," Jordan worried, watching the near continual flashes of lightning through the living room window. "It won't be long before the storm envelops us, too."

Travis was sitting on the couch watching live news coverage, which mostly consisted of long range camera shots of Cyclone hovering in the air. "I can't believe Penny went anywhere with Apollo," he muttered jealously, "Especially after he just tried to kill her."

"I know," Jordan agreed, "If she were here she could snap this Cyclone guy in half like a twig."

"Do you think she wants to sleep with him?"

Jordan cast a confused look towards the couch, "Why would Penny want to sleep with Cyclone?"

"Not Cyclone, Apollo!"

Jordan turned from the window and offered Travis an annoyed expression, "You're worried about Penny's love life at a time like this? I thought you said you weren't even sure if you wanted to get back together?"

"I'm not, but that doesn't mean I'm ready for her to start sleeping with Greek gods!"

"I think he's Roman," she corrected, though her tone was unsure.

"Whatever," Travis threw his hands up.

"Travis, if Cyclone starts whipping up tornadoes we're going to be in serious trouble. Would you stop worrying about Penny for five minutes? What's the news saying, are they going to release The Leviathan and get this creep to stop?"

"I don't know," Travis sighed, "They haven't said."

Suddenly the television went dark, as did all the lights in the apartment.

"Shit," Jordan cursed, "There goes the power."

Travis squinted at a flash of lightning which lit the apartment like a strobe for a slit second, "Do you have a flashlight?"

"In the kitchen I think."

Travis rose from the couch and stumbled through the darkness, stubbing his foot against something on the way. His hand found a wall and he used it to guide his steps towards the apartment's small kitchen. Without any nearby windows he was unable to see a thing; Travis held his hands out to warn him if he was about to bump into anything, which he did almost immediately. Whatever his hand found was both firm and soft at the same time.

"That's me," he heard Jordan say.

"Sorry," he replied.

"More specifically that's my right breast," Jordan remarked dryly.

Travis yanked his hand away. "Sorry," he repeated.

The sliding sound of a drawer opening preceded some rummaging as Jordan searched the drawer's contents by feel. Finally she found what she was looking for and flipped the flashlight on, illuminating the kitchen in focused light.

"I wonder if we should seek shelter?" she asked as a gust of wind rattled the living room windows.

"Does this building have a basement?" Travis wondered, thinking her idea was a good one.

Jordan nodded, "Yeah. Stuff like the furnace and hot water heater are down there."

"Do you have a radio?"

"No, I stream all my music. Why?"

"Because the television doesn't run on batteries and we need to know what's happening," Travis frowned, "You seriously don't have a radio?"

Jordan gave him an irritated look, "Who has a radio anymore outside of their car?"

"What about emergencies? You know - like this?!"

"Give me a break!" Jordan hissed, "My roommate can bench press a hundred tons and fly faster than the speed of sound. I don't really worry about emergencies too much, okay?"

"Okay! Okay... hopefully we can get cell coverage down there."

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As she kissed Apollo, Penny felt her robe begin to slide off her shoulders; she rolled her arms to let the garment fall to a puddle at her feet. Never in her life had she felt so carefree! Perhaps it was all the wine, but she felt as though she didn't have to hide behind a mask or pretend to be someone she wasn't. For Penny it was like being on vacation in a distant city and not caring about what people thought or what happened, because no one at home would ever find out.

When she felt Apollo's hands groping at her sizable breasts Penny reciprocated by reaching under his loincloth for his manhood. He was already erect and Penny gasped softly against his lips at the feel. She broke their kiss and looked down at it, marveling at its size and firmness. Apollo was circumcised and his pubic hair was shaved to a patch of stubble; it was like a nine-inch rod of steel in her hand, veiny and pulsing. Apollo reached to his hip and untied the loincloth, pulling it away from his naked form and casually tossing it aside. He watched as Penny caressed his member, her hand gliding up and down its length exploring every contour.

Irresistibly, as though drawn by magnetic force, Penny slowly lowered her form until she found herself kneeling before Apollo. At eye level with his cock she stroked him, fascinated by the fact that his shaft seemed to thicken further under her attentions. Her lips parted, a strand of saliva stretching between them, and placed her mouth so close to his hardness that Apollo could feel her breath against the skin of his soft underside.

"You want me," Apollo grunted softly.

Penny nodded, licking her lips, but wanted to tease him some more. She closed her eyes and kissed his shaft, dragging her lips against its length and leaving a smear of glistening saliva behind. Apollo's cock twitched against her mouth, a dollop of pre-seminal fluid appearing at its tip. Penny licked it off, teasing the head with her tongue as she grasped him halfway down his erection with a firm grip.

With a smile Penny jested, "Do you want me to worship you? Worship your cock?"

Apollo grunted something of an affirmative and placed a hand to the side of her head, his fingers sliding through the waves of her blonde hair.

Penny opened her mouth and let Apollo slide his cock between her lips. She dictated how much of his length she could take by where her hand was gripping him, as he was too long to accept it all, and proceeded to suckle on the upper third. Her tongue swathed against his underside before Penny began bobbing her head and pumping her fist - stroking him as she performed her oral service. When her lips met her hand she began the motion anew, sucking and clamping with her lips to create friction. Apollo's hand applied mild pressure to the back of her head, coaxing Penny to take more of his length and she tried to accommodate him; eventually the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she paused, holding him in her mouth while masturbating the lower half of his erection.

Apollo couldn't help but to thrust his hips at the exquisite sensations he was feeling, causing Penny to gag briefly as his cock pushed down her throat. She coughed once, the constricting muscles of her throat pleasurable to Apollo as they massaged his member. Penny recovered quickly though, suppressing the reflex, but she was unable to swallow and her saliva had nowhere to go. It began leaking from her mouth to hang from Apollo's cock in the form of glistening strands, dripping to the floor between them.

Finally she had to spit him out; Penny used her spit as lubrication to jack him off while she caught her breath, masturbating him with fervent strokes. The break afforded her a moment to regard his naked body, which was like a sculpture of masculinity. He was muscled and firm across every inch with fine blond hair on his legs, stomach, and forearms, but smooth everywhere else.

As she looked at him their eyes caught. "I want to feel this inside me," Penny told him.

Apollo nodded confidently, fully aware.

"But you need to be careful," she urged, rising slowly before him. Her grip remained on his cock as though reluctant to let it go, "I'm afraid you'll make me pregnant."

Apollo's hands fell on her and drew Penny close, "I will admit a desire to breed thee, Penelope. To put my child within thy womb."

Penny sucked in a heated breath at his words and was scared of the aroused tremor she felt between her legs when he spoke them. It didn't help that his hands were exploring her, smoothing across her tight stomach and squeezing her hanging breasts. She slid a hand around the back of his neck and stood on her toes to kiss him.

"You can take me," she murmured against his lips, remembering what Hermes had said earlier that evening about mothering children. "Make me your woman tonight, but I'm not a 'brood mare'. Do you understand?"

"Aye," Apollo growled, scooping her up.

Penny let out a laughing squeal as he carried her towards the bed. When Apollo set her down she was on her knees and he positioned himself behind her. Sensing what he wanted, Penny lowered her hands so that she was on all fours and presenting her backside to him. His hands found her butt and squeezed her toned flesh there before slapping a spanking palm across her right cheek. She turned to glance at him over her shoulder, pushing some hair behind an ear, with encouraging eyes that invited more of the treatment.