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A Dark and Stormy Night	By : CJFinnegan Category: DC Verse Comics > Marvel Family Views: 6656 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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KRAKABOOOOOOM!

It was either the crash of thunder just outside or the nightmare she was having about Black Adam that woke Mary up; it didn’t matter wh Al All that mattered was that she was in Freddy’s room, in Freddy’s bed, and there was no Freddy lying next to her to comfort her.

Freddy must’ve dressed me and tucked me in, which means he’s on the couch again, she thought as she untangled herself from the quilt, touching the sheer voile of the chemise she wore. As the girl rose from the bed, the full-length mirror at the other side of the room caught her eye. She looked in it and saw the slight curves of her lithe, athletic form outlined in the thin, white fabric.

The past year had been as kind to her as it had been to her twin brother, and the eighteen year old Mary now possessed a eve even Black Adam said could rival that of a young goddess. She slid the shift down from her shoulders, where in landed in a heap on the floor around her slim ankles, examined herself minutely, with an almost clinical curiosity, and decided that she liked what she saw.

Her thick, silky mass of auburn hair tumbled in soft, pre-Raphaelite curls around her angelic, heart-shaped face and barely brushed her slender shoulders. Small, firm breasts with little, light pink nipples and areolas sat perched high on her rib cage, tapering into a firm, finely muscled waist and flaring out into trim hips, a triangle of neatly clipped curls and long, graceful legs ending with small, high arched feet. Her arms were equally elegant; slim, yet strong, and her hands had long, tapered fingers crowned with carefully manicured short nails.

"Pianist’s hands," Freddy had called them. And he’d know, since he played the piano.

She then turned to lat hat her satiny smooth angel wings, down the long line of her back to the curve of her firm posterior, shaped like an upside-down heart. Mary knew that she would never have the fuller figure many of her peers in the superhero community, such as Bulletgirl or Taia, had, nor the over-exaggerated one of her old foe, Darkling, but at least she no longer looked like a twelve-year-old boy in drag. And when she said a certain magic word…

Well, she still looked the same, but with the powers of Selene, Hippolyte, Ariadne, Zephyrus, Aurora and Minerva, she had only four real peers in the world. And two of them were her twin brother and her boyfriend.

In the living room, Freddy lay on the sofa, his temporary quarters faintly illuminated by the fire in the hearth. After tucking Mary into his bed, Captain Marvel Junior said his magic words again and resumed his normal form. He laid down on the couch, closed his deep blue eyes and tried to get some sleep, but to no avail. His bathing Mary had affected him, and he tossed and turned restlessly, trying to ignore the faint stirrings of his groin as the tie of his robe came undone, exposing his lightly muscled body.

Freddy couldn’t get Mary off his mind. In the past year, he had stopped thinking of her as his best friend’s twin sister and his sweetheart and started seeing her as a sexual being and potential lifemate. She had blossomed from a pretty girl to a young woman whose exceptional loveliness rivaled Doctor Sivana’s eldest daughter, Beautia, and could certainly put Scarlet’s rather obvious charms to shame.

How many times had he buried his face in the soft curls of auburn hair that barely brushed her shoulders, inhaling the fragrance of her slender neck? Or kissed the tip of her turned up nose, or her soft, bow-shaped mouth that always had a tender smile hovering around it? Or gazed into those tranquil, lightning-blue eyes, or…

Arrrgh, why am I torturing myself? Freddy thought sourly, beating his fist into his pillow. Adam’s right. I’m not worthy of her, and she’s worth a thousand of me. Maybe that’s what’s been sticking in my craw all this time; that a homicidal five thousand year old bastard who looks like a homicidal forty year old bastard might actually be right about something. Ahhh, why am I even obsessing on it?

He settled in, then thought, Because I love her with every fiber of my being. God, that’s so cliché, but it’s true, and the way he treats her royally pisses me off. Black Adam claims that Mary’s his Princess reincarnated, yet he turns around and sends her those… those photos of her from our last trip to Mount Baldy…

Yeah, like I actually buy that “I’m reformed” crap…

Freddy closed his deep blue eyes and yawned, trying to sleep once again. He’d have to make an early day of it in the morning. Since he closed early because of the rain, he would need all the rest he could get.

Mary slipped out of the bedroom. She wanted to talk to Freddy about her nightmare before he fell asleep, and now seemed as good a time as any. She had slipped the chemise back on her slender frame and tiptoed down the hall into the living room. When she got there, what she saw made the breath catch in her throat.

Freddy lain out on the sofa, his bathrobe open and the tie of undone, his slim, sculpted body revealed in the firelight.

She had seen him in the nude before, and he still reminded her of a da Vinci statue; strong, refined, yet almost fragile-looking. In repose, his striking face lost the faint ghosts of pain and sorrow that had been a part of him since his grandfather’s murder. In sleep, he looked like the boy he once was; the laughing, smiling boy she met at the Mental Marvel Quiz four years ago who thought life was one big adventure.

The boy she first fell in love with.

Mary let her gaze slowly wander down his body, his flesh lightly tanned by working at his newsstand outside the bank and the light from the fire only enhanced the golden color of his form. Her eyes went from his almost pretty face with his thick, blue-black hair tumbling across his forehead and long lashes brushing his high cheekbones, down his chiseled torso, the swell and curve of his legs and finally to his feet. His legs were long and still well-defined in spite of the disability of the left one, and his sinewy arms ended in fine, strong hands. She loved being touched by his hands; being held in those arms…

Her eyes traveled back up the length of his form, coming to rest on the magnificent organ that laid against his thigh and she blushed. It was about eight inches long and four in circumference, but it felt longer and thicker the other night at the Cineplex.

Of course, it was erect that night, Mary mused admiringly. A guy’s penis does get bigger when it’s hard.

Hoping that he wasn’t asleep, Mary crept over to her love’s side and knelt down beside him. She bent her head down and kissed his soft, almost full lips, tugging the lower one between her own. When she got no response from the sleeping Freddy, Mary put her Cupid’s bow to his left nipple to see if he would react.

His nipples were nowhere near as sensitive as her own, but she still went at it full gusto, sucking and swirling around the nut brown flesh with her pointed tongue, feeling it grow as hard as his cock was now becoming. One of her slim hands traveled down the length of his smooth, lightly muscled trunk until she fondled his erection, causing him to awaken fully.

“Mary… wha…?” Freddy murmured to her sleepily, his eyes not quite focusing yet.

“Shhhh,” Mary replied quietly, “just let me make love to you…” The beautiful girl kissed him again, her tongue darting into his mouth, daring him to respond.

And respond the handsome young man did. He matched her kiss for kiss and touch for touch, resuming the love play he had started in the bathroom a few short hours ago. He slid the chemise from her shoulders as the long, deft fingers of one hand once again parted the soft folds of her mound, found the tiny passion button and massaged it leisurely, causing Mary to moan in bliss as his mouth and other hand sought her breasts.

This time, however, she returned the favor by rubbing Freddy’rdnerdness against his taut lower belly. Her silken, fair skin became rosy as her excitement grew and her breath came out in quick puffs when he started to probe the inner depths of her sex, feeling for her maidenhead. The muscles within clenched and relaxed around his two fingers. A moment later, he ceased his foreplay abruptly, withdrawing his digits from her warm, sweet depths.

“Mary, wait…!” Freddy gasped as her strokes became surer, pushing him closer to his climax.

Mary stopped with a stricken look on her lovely face as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks and asked, “Why? Why did you make me stop? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No! God no, sweetheart! Nothing you do is ever wrong…” Freddy cupped her face in his hands and, brushing away the teardrops with his thumbs, decided to tell her why. “T-there’s something I have to let you know…

“The real reason I haven’t made love to you yet isn’t because we’re both too young or we’re both still virgins,” Freddy continued, “and it’s not because I’m in love with someone else, either. It’s on account of our last fight with Black Adam. He said some things about me that struck a nerve, because they seemed to ring true at the time.” He finished by dropping his hands to his thighs.

“Like what?” she asked innocently, still sitting on the floor as she placed her hands atop his.

“Like I’m nothing more than a street urchin with an over-inflated opinion of myself. Like I “reach too high for my station”; that I’m a worthless cripple and not worthy of you. And he swore he’d kill me if I…” he turned his head away from her as his voice trailed off, not wanting her to see the bitterness in his visage.

“Freddy, he’s wrong about you,” Mary replied emphatically, turning his face back towaers.ers. “You are worthy of me, and you’re worth ten thousand Adams because I love you …”

“I love you too, Mary…”

“And I would never, ever let him hurt you…” Once again, she captured his lips with her own, kissing him with all the ardor she felt. His arms reached out to wrap around her and he returned her kiss with the same enthusiasm. As he kissed her, he finished pushing the chemise off her frame.

Freddy didn’t need Caitlin’s empathy to feel Mary’s love or her need for him, just her body pressed to his. Her lips blossomed under his like a rose to the sun, allowing his tongue access to her velvet cove as she helped him out of his bathrobe. She then drew him down from the couch to the floor to lie next to her in front of the fire and they resumed their love-play, touching and kissing each other until they were both breathless.

Mary had touched herself intimately many times before, and it felt nice, but there was a big difference when Freddy touched her. His fingers made every inch of her skin tingle as his hands stroked her body, bringing her to readiness. He paid particular attention to her small, sensitive breasts, caressing the tightly puckered pink nipples with his lips and fingers, sending jolts of energy throughout her overly stimulated nervous system.

“Like that, love?” Freddy asked her, watching her beautiful face.

“Mmmm hmmm…” she purred as his thick blue-black locks tickled the sensitive flesh.

Encouraged, he continued his tender salute as Mary parted her legs as far as comfortably possible and raised heees,ees, allowing Freddy’s hands better access to her clit and vagina. He smoothed the neatly trimmed wiry hair of her vulva, then parted the folds and dipped two of his fingers back into her flowing pussy. A wave of ecstasy hit her as he did so, causing her back to arch as the muscles within gripped his fore and index fingers tightly.

“Freddy… now? Please?” she whimpered, wanting him inside her.

“Whatever milady wishes.” He withdrew the now-soaking digits and lay atop her, held his wand in his hand and began to guide it towards her eager yoni. But something was missing, and he stopped again.

“Forgot something,” he said eagerly.

Mary handed him a small, square packet and replied, “I didn’t.”

Kissing her once more, Freddy took the packet from Mary, ripped it open and slipped the condom on. Then slowly, tantalizingly, he teased her cleft with the tip of his cock, rubbed her clitoris for a moment, and then entered her warm, wet vagina with a quick jab. Mary closed her eyes and bit back a gasp at the swift, lancing agony of her hymen being torn, another tear slipping down her cheek at the burning ache in her vagina.

The pain was soon replaced by a deep, throbbing warmth as Freddy slowly thrust in and out of her, his hips finding an easy rhythm. He was intent on making their first time enjoyable for Mary, so he was trying to be as gentle with her as he could. In response, the lithe young woman under him wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his thrusts with her own.

For his part, Freddy kept his motions slow and leisurely, like someone much older than a youth of seventeen would, and when Mary hovered at the edge, he’d stop, let her cool down a little and then start again. He wanted to come at the same time she did, and she’d already hit several plateaus, each more exquisite than the last, building her up towards a tremendous climax. They were losing their sense of themselves and were beginning to merge into a greater whole.

Mary’s form quivered as she got closer to crescendo and her legs slid away from his hips, trembling and weak as water, her knees nearly touching the floor. Her breath came out in quick, racking sobs as Freddy’s mouth found her breasts again, sucking on the hard little buds in turn. As another massive jolt of energy slid up Mary’s spine, her big, lightning-blue eyes flew open and she looked at Freddy without really seeing him, her supine body convulsing deep in the throes of orgasm.

Freddy couldn’t hold out any longer. Between the frantic clutching of Mary’s tight little quim, and the soft, dove-like cries she was making, he began to come, as well. His back arched as he drove his member in, his potent seed spilling into her womb. With one last, convulsive thrust, Freddy’s handsome face contorted into a grimace and his arms slowly collapsed from under him, his head landing in the valley between Mary’s small bosoms.

For several long minutes, Mary was unconscious from her first “real” orgasm, and Freddy was all but incoherent, his mental processes going no further than “fire bad, girl pretty”. As he came down from Paradise, he noticed that Mary’s body was cold and she seemed to be barely breathing.

He sat up and gathered the beautiful girl--- no, not a girl anymore, she was a woman now --- into his arms, rubbed her face and whispered words of love to her. Just then, he noticed the blood, not just on Mary’s inner thighs, but on his latex-sheathed penis, as well.

Holy Moley, did I do that to her? Came the shocked thought. No wonder she’s unconscious!

“Mmmm… Freddy?” Mary murmured. His tender ministrations had revived her somewhat, much to Freddy’s relief.

“Easy, angel. You came pretty hard,” he said as he held her close, hoping his body’s heat would warm her back up. “How do you feel?”

“Nice,” she replied, becoming a bit more verbal. “Do something for me?”

“Anything you want, love.”

“Can you do it again just as good?” Mary’s question, and the sincerity behind it, made Freddy chuckle. A moment later, a loud boom shocked them both back to complete awareness.

Batson Hall just blew up. The light from the blast was visible from the French doors leading from the living room to the balcony and the concussive force was powerful enough to rattle the glass.

Shocked, sho shouted “Shazam!”. And an equally stunned Freddy followed with a resounding “Captain Marvel!”

Two bolts of magic lightning lanced down, changing the pair into Mary Marvel and Captain Marvel Junior. The two young heroes took off from the balcony and flew swiftly towards the crisis, knowing that, wherever he was, Captain Marvel was already well on his way.
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