Maya is enjoying her patrol so far. The city has been fairly calm, and she always enjoys the rain. Perhaps the criminals are trying to stay dry.

Whatever the reason, there is little to compete for her attention when that scent drifts across her senses. Lust, desire, a need to blossom, a need to become more, and power.

Someone is having a particularly potent and lust-filled awakening.

She follows the aroma back to the source.

It's coming from one of the wealthier parts of the city by it's core, the smell drifting up into the air from a fairly large rebrick house. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong yet, but there's a barely visible ripple in the air that slightly slows the sheets of rain that reach it, and a dozen torn open cardboard boxes strewn haphazardly across the porch, and a ripped open hole where a doorbell would go. 

Clues, yes. There is an awakening occurring in this house.

She licks her lips, then knocks sharply on the door. (Not with anything remotely close to her full strength, of course.) A hint of allure rolls out around her, subtly encouraging arousal and discouraging shame.

There's nothing, for a while, then she lumbers forward, visible as a diffuse shadow through the window. She leans against the door, panting, a fog misting up the glass as with each heavy horny breath she heaves. 

This close, the smell is thick and musky, now, the feminine scent soaked into the walls, with a touch of zest from something a little unusual. 

The door half-creaks open, before she bites down a curse and settles the door back into place. 

Predictable, understandable, but no. Her hand slips into the crack the instant the new awakener starts to close the door. The door is insufficiently durable to damage her fingers. If it is closed hard enough, her fingers might damage the door, but the new awakener does not smell of superstrength.

"You are almost certainly awakening to new powers, dear, and quite strong ones at that, judging by the lust roiling within you. I do not recommend trying to bottle that up. You need someone you can safely express that with, before the need becomes too great to control."

There is nothing to be ashamed of, her aura says. Arousal is welcome and good. Lust is welcome and good. 

She steps back with a thick swallow, and stumbles, letting the door swing open, before steadying herself. Her breath catches in her throat as she stares, a glassy-eyed lust in her gaze. 

She's beautiful, in the way only an awakener can be, cobalt blue eyes and hair glimmering like gems, her sweat-slick skin shining like smooth stone, her face glowing a pretty pink, somehow poised and angelically inviting despite the harsh flush, her lips a perfectly pert sultry bow. An utterly soaked plain white shirt shows just how stacked she is, thick sucklable nipples straining through the transparent shirt, every quivering breath a fascinating feast for the eye as her breasts regally ripple, showing off just how perfectly sculpted and squishable they are. Her stomach heaves, showing off the incredible definition of her amazonian abs and the hyponitizing flow of her hourglass hips, a kingly comely cock straining in air above her orange-sized blue balls, gleaming with the grease of her need, her hefty cock dripping with superhuman virility. 

Something tells her with the certainty that the sky is blue that she is the sexiest and most beautiful thing in all creation, even now.  

She nods, not really trusting her ability to say anything more as countless confused fantasies storm through her head - of filling her every hole, of smacking her ass, making her worship her breasts or balls, blurring together into a ferocious fuzz of furious longing. She vibrates slightly like a weak speedster, clenching down on the impulse to run, channeling into standing tall and showing off for this beautiful babe before her, smelling of the lacquer and steel of a somewhat switchy baby domme's desires. 

Maya steps inside, eyes raking across the new awakener's body appreciatively. "Well," she remarks with a sultry purr, "you do appear to be blossoming beautifully, darling. But all that power that reshaped your body will need to be expressed, so let us get you out of those clothes. They hardly suit you, anyway."

She runs her hands down her new friend's body, then hooks her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. "You might recognize me, darling, as Brilliant Bastion. And I am very pleased to meet you. What might I call you, dear?"

Her lips purse and her spine shivers, reflexively preening beneath her gaze, her hips sliding back and forth, her toes curling as she itches with desire. 

Her skin is warm, almost feverishly so, but pleasingly soft and pliant rather than as sticky and stiff as she looks like she ought to be. 

She swallows thickly, her whole throat warping around it, gasping like she just ran a marathon, before stiffening and rolling into her touch, utterly silent as the relief of her touch rolls over her, 'til she lets out a lavicious sigh at the feeling of her breasts hanging truly free. 

"I..." 

She leans in, and takes a heady sniff of her hair. 

"Do, yeah." 

She smiles wryly, eyes hazy and fluttering with lust, her head bobbing and her cheek flushing brighter as she talks about how much she's enjoying seeing her, like this.

"Call me Tourmaline." 

Yes it's her stupid stripper name that she made up for rp, no that doesn't make it feel any less sexy to say or any less smooth and sweet, slipping out of her lips.

"Lovely to meet you, Tourmaline," Maya replies as she tosses that simple white tee off to a couch and looks her up and down. "Tell me where the awakening burns most strongly in you, where the fire touches you the most brightly."

She lets out a little confused murmur, then leans in against her, voluminous breasts splaying against hers, thick nipples hard and proud against her. She drags her head down with an unnatural sultry grace, lips ghosting along her cheek with a tantalizing tenderness before her lips align aside her ear, and she Speaks. 

"Here." 

It's pure sensuality, pure sexuality, pure rumbling, raw passion as her voice spills sweetly into her ear, as her tongue slips out wetly to caress around it with the unthinkable perfection of prophecy. 

"Oh my," she purrs. "Yes, I do see."

A hand slides up and buries in Tourmaline's hair, pulling her close. "Then show me, Tourmaline. Show how your desire burns."

She kisses softly along Tourmaline's jaw, and down her neck, while her hands slide up to caress her truly magnificent breasts.

Her skin tastes faintly of honeysuckle and a rich umami, sweet and bright against her lips. She leans in reflexively, a throaty little breathless sigh spilling out of her lips as she slackens, for a moment, almost forgetting what she was doing - 

Then she's leaning into the kisses with a greedy little mmmnn, her lips parting wordlessly, before a low resonant moan spills through her whole body, the shudder rolling through sumptous supple breasts, fragmentary impressions of her memories of appreciation of breasts filtering through her mind.  

One hand darts down to caress along her shaft, her thumb circling atop her glans, frothy fertile pre quickly soaking her hand as she rubs herself off. 

Maya's lips and tongue are hot against Tourmaline's skin, and she kisses her way down her neck, across her collarbone, and down into the plush valley of her voluminous breasts, nuzzling worshipfully into the softness and caressing every inch. 

"Show me your need, Tourmaline," she purrs as she licks and laps along the luscious skin. "Show me your lust."

Another moan streams out, soft and soothed, hushed and husky, every little kiss making her voice waver and wander. Somehow, each spot she moves to tongue has a subtle streak of sparklingly sweat and an anticipatory flush, a simple guide to make her gush laid out ever so bare. 

One hand slides out to cup around her breast, massaging it gently, feeling out the fat and firmness, groping with a reverential gentleness yet a steady strength as she brushes just close enough to let her nuts swell against her thighs and let her hand slowly slide her pulsing preening dripping dick along her skin, a river of pleasing warmth mixing with her own slickness enticingly. 

Maya follows those flushes lower, first suckling at Tourmaline's nipple, then kissing down the swell of her breast along her taut abdomen to bury her face in the base of her shaft, taking a deep breath of her scent before dragging her lips out along the length with a heated sigh.

"Gorgeous girl, so pent up and brimming with need."

There's a faint flickering taste of something heady as her lips latch onto her diamond hard nipple, but it fades quickly and quietly as she slides lower and lower, muscle flexing and flowing as she relaxes back, staring down at her with a sly and striking glee. 

Her cock is musky and mighty, every overstretched inch almost magnetically drawing her eye. It heaves up to meet her, the foreskin pulled back to show her kingly crown and weeping twitching slit. 

Reflexively, her hand jerks back to thumb along the base, pinching it slightly as she stiffly shudders and her eyes roll back up in her head. 

Maya savors the musk, licking along the underside of Tourmaline's shaft, tongue trailing from base to tip, then lapping across the head to slurp up some of the pre that drips. She drags her lips back down the length, breath hot along the sensitive skin, humming eagerly.

One hand slides up to caress Tourmaline's heavy balls, cradling them and stroking gently, while her other squeezes and kneads her magnificent ass.

She growls, heady and hungry, fingernails sweeping through her hair as her cock surges against her touch, oh so wide and warm, every lap and tracing tonguing making her mouth whet with need and her tongue shiver and bristle brightly with delight. Her sack roils with eager need, and the awesome muscle of her ass floats fluidly around her hands.

Her eyes droop down to meet hers, cautious and probing when they aren't fogged over with loose lust, her hands exploring down her hair to feel the heat of her need and the stiffness of nipples as her thumb rolls atop it.

"Good girl," she purrs against Tourmaline's crown, before spreading her lips and suckling at the head, tongue swirling tantalizingly along the soft edge around the throbbing crown. She hums into the sensitive glans, sucking and swirling, every motion sensitizing her still further.

"Good -" 

She grins, and then bites off her reply. 

"Girl." 

She starts pumping into her mouth, slowly at first, each one earthing just a little bit further, spraying her salty pre into her waiting mouth again and again, time lapsing to make it slip smoothly down her throat far faster than should be possible as gushes and gapes and glides into her. 

"Show off your slutty little mouth for me." 

She bobs lower, tongue dancing across the skin as she takes Tourmaline's cock deeper, the tip pressing against the back of her mouth, humming and moaning in satisfaction as she worships the thick shaft. Every vein and every twitching inch gets lusciously lapped and adored, her pleased noises vibrating through the magnificent member.

She gasps, every worshipful thought and touch somehow driving her pleasure higher and higher as she bucks atop her face, scrotum splashing against her cheek as she ruts into her rosy red lips, fingers ferociously mauling and mashing her breasts to draw out just that little bit more of a reaction as she holds on for dear life - 

Maya responds to the harder thrusts by plunging forward, taking Tourmaline into her throat, moaning around the throbbing thickness, swallowing hard as Tourmaline twitches and pulses in her throat. She presses her breasts into that fierce grasp, savoring every moment, pushing deeper, taking Tourmaline into her throat to the hilt.

She whines. 

She tenses. 

She buckles.

She unfurls, and unleashes an opulent orgasmic torrent of thick fertile seed, hammering into her with reckless abandon and uncanny skill, fingers digging deep into the doughy flesh of her tits as she unloads with a gorgeous groan, pulling back once she overstuffs her mouth to lather her cheeks and her tits with wondrously thick and white cum. 

She swallows and swallows, but the seed spilt by an awakener this strong cannot be kept up with, and she pulls back to let more pour across her cleavage and face, savoring the potent cum and letting it soak into her skin.