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Purple Avenger: Helping Hand

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Short Story

By Don Ship

Assistant DA Tanika Grayson stared at the judge. The Honorable Jesse Forthright had made his decision: Hold without bail. Yes! She cut cool brown eyes over to the defendant. The terrorist John Wayne Jennings glared back at the judge, before cutting a murderous look at her. She fought and won the urge to return with one of her trademark smirks, giving him just cool professionalism instead.

It wasn’t easy.

JW Jennings was an Army deserter in Afghanistan, one of those who had been radicalized by the Taliban. Then, just when everyone had begun to forget about him, he’d snuck back into America and began a bombing campaign that lasted seven months. He’d terrorized the Midwest in particular for five months, and then headed east. Purple Avenger had finally ended his reign of terror after he blew up Grimme City Hospital’s ER three days earlier.

While everyone was still standing, the judge stood and departed. Tanika glanced back as members of the press, who’d packed the courtroom, rushed out to post their stories. It sounded like a stampede for a few moments.

Three bailiffs then took control of the terrorist. Seeing him in an orange jumpsuit, ankles shackled, wrists locked to a chain around his waist, gave her a deep sense of relief. Justice would be done. Evil would be put away in a dark, secure place forever and ever. Indeed, four other states waited with their own charges of terrorism and murder to nail him on. The Army also wanted a piece of him.

“Go ahead and smile, bitch. I know you want to,” Jennings snarled as he was led past her. He stopped to glare some more at her. “Mark my words, you big-titted whore. I’m going to end you. Snap that neck. Or slit that soft, privileged throat.”

“You should be quiet,” she said. “Everything you say will be used against you in court.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll be in a shallow grave by then.”

His lawyers rushed between them, shutting him up as the bailiffs got him moving again. Tanika shook her head and watched him shuffle away.

If I had a dollar for every time a defendant threatened me, I’d be richer than Jennifer Jade.

Tanika quickly moved everything back into her briefcase, hung her purse on her shoulder, and headed for the parking lot. That was her last case of the day. And it was Friday! She had two days to relax and celebrate her double victory as first Purple Avenger, and then as ADA Grayson.

Yeah, being the super heroine that captured Mr. Jennings, and the prosecutor who put him away, was a nightmare of ethical issues. If it was ever discovered, it would probably lead to his release and a new trial.

I’ll just have to ensure I’m never defeated and exposed as Purple Avenger.

She hadn’t meant for it to happen. The case was so important, she had been sure the District Attorney would personally take the case. Hanson proved her wrong. And he didn’t give her any choice. The case was hers. So it was what it was, and she would do her very best. John Wayne Jennings was going to prison for life, and only because the state didn’t have a death penalty.

Her home wasn’t too far away. Even with traffic, she was striding into her living room in less than fifteen minutes after the judge had ended Jennings’ hope of spending even one more day outside bars. She kicked off the gray stiletto pumps and pulled off her wig of long, silky black hair, before heading into the bedroom to finish changing into something comfy.

Tanika returned to the living room a few minutes later wearing a white tank and blue flannel pajama bottoms. After pouring herself a nice Chianti, Tanika sat on the couch and turned on the TV.

“Breaking news!” blasted as the TV came on. “Terrorist John Wayne Jennings escaped custody this evening just minutes after being ordered held without bail in Judge Forthright’s court.”

“What?” Tanika cried, jumping to her feet and spilling the wine all over her expensive rug. “How is that possible?”

The reporter on the scene wasn’t sure what went down, either. The press was waiting for a statement from the police. Tanika gawked at the screen another moment, before her A-Type personality and super heroine training kicked in.

After turning off the TV, she double-checked that all doors were locked. Then she headed into the master bedroom. Closing the door, she ensured the blinds were down and the blackout curtains pulled closed. Then she went to the hidden retinal scanner, which made a section of her coffered ceiling drop down on hydraulics.

A smile spread across the beautiful African-American’s face. Her hidden closet brought both versions of her costume: Purple and lavender. She reached for the lavender bikini top, and stopped herself. It would be too bright against the nightshadows. Tanika did not want to give Jennings any chance of spotting her approach. So she pulled out the purple bikini and thigh boots.

Tanika quickly stripped, and then pulled on first the thong bikini bottoms, that arched up on either side to above her sweetly rounded hips. The bikini top was just as skimpy, displaying her impressive rack to perfection. The kind of boobs that gave men whiplash. Next came the purple thigh boots, sheathing her long legs to perfection to mid-thigh. And then she headed into the attached bathroom.

She quickly worked her short hair into Purple Avenger’s signature style. Tanika then changed her makeup to Purple Avenger’s colors. Only then did she return to the dropdown closet for the silver power belt and matching choker.

“Oh, lord yes,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed as the power of the belt flowed throughout her busty, uber-fit body. Tanika felt her nipples tingle and stiffen, even as her pussy throbbed with wet heat. “I am Purple Avenger!”

She quickly pulled on purple opera gloves to protect her arms and hands, as well as to keep from leaving fingerprints. Now fully dressed as Purple Avenger, she sent the secret compartment back up into the ceiling, before striding into the closet.

Finding the hidden button, Purple Avenger felt the closet begin to descend into her secret basement. It immediately rose back up after she stepped out. If anyone broke into her house – a perennial danger in Grimme City, regardless of class – she didn’t want them to find any sign of her secret identity.

The basement lair’s lights snapped on as soon as the busty heroine stepped into it. She looked around to ensure everything was as it should be. Two motorcycles were parked next to the tunnel, one purple and the other lavender. The opposite wall had several crime-fighting computers running, data filling the monitors. The local 24/7 cable news station was on the large HDTV above it all. Picking up the remote, Purple Avenge took it off mute to find out the latest news of Jennings’ escape.

Neither the news media nor the police networks had the vaguest idea where Jennings could be, but she did learn that Jennings had had help from ten gunmen dressed as Grimme City cops.

This is bad. Did he have a network all along?

Checking an app on her phone, Purple Avenger found only one of her informants out and about. She was over in Sugar Town. Of course. She rolled her eyes and mounted the purple bike. She turned it on, revving the engine and loving the feel of all that POWER vibrating between her legs. Then she used her phone to access the security cameras, and departure program.

Hidden cameras and radars monitored the highway behind her house, as well as the nearby on-ramp. The actual highway was sunk deep into the ground, in a man-made canyon to mute the noise from the surrounding residential areas, so it was on level with her basement.

Purple Avenger continued to rev the engine, while staring up at the screen above the access tunnel. A real-time computer program monitored traffic, and began a 10-to-1 countdown when it detected a big enough gap for her to depart unseen.

The tunnel lit up as soon as the countdown began. Purple Avenger tensed up, and when it hit one…

The shapely super heroine burned a little rubber as she shot into the tunnel. She had the whole thing timed perfectly to reach the exit just as the secret door opened fully. And out she went, already racing along at sixty miles per hour. Purple Avenger exited onto the on-ramp, and quickly found herself on the highway. Within seconds, she reached the exit to downtown, as well as Sugar Town.

Downtown loomed over her as soon as she exited the highway. She stayed on the service road through two intersections, and turned eastward. Purple Avenger came out from the dark underpass into a world of flashing neon. Rock, rap, and pop music battled in the air, as what seemed like a hundred strip clubs and peep shows tried to lure in customers. Well-dressed men, hawkers, called out to pedestrians, trying to convince them to patronize their establishment. Half the windows in the two, three, up to six-story buildings lining Cummings Street were lit, illicit trysts going down for cash.

Purple Avenger tried to not think about how all those beautiful young women earned their pay. And there were more out and about than usual at that early hour. One and all dressed to impress in the most salacious way: tight, low cut tops, short skirts, and sky-high heels. The street people were an absolute riot of colors and styles. Oddly enough, most of the men looked to be well-dressed office workers.

“Gives a whole new meaning to ‘happy hour.’ Disgusting.”

Slowly cruising up Cummings, Purple Avenger watched as pimps, pushers, and a few of the more notorious hookers stealthily disappeared into dark alleys and doorways. She ignored them, not on that hunt. She had bigger fish to fry. And then she spotted her.

Candy was a tall, busty blonde with big baby blues. She looked late twenties, but Purple Avenger knew she was pushing fifty. Yeah, she was a Valkyrie, could probably continue another ten to fifteen years before time caught up to her.

The hooker leaned back against a light post, one thigh-booted foot raised up against the pole, as she stared into her phone. Candy waited in an uber-tight white mini-dress that looked painted on, and was so low-cut the heroine wondered how she kept from flopping out. But then, Candy had always been one of the more well-to-do street girls. Since she didn’t have a pimp sucking away all her earnings, Purple Avenger wondered how much she had socked away.

Purple Avenger revved her engine as she passed the blonde hooker. Candy glanced up, catching her eyes. They both nodded.

Continuing through the next intersection, Purple Avenger didn’t turn off Cummings until the next cross street. Then she looped around to the usual spot, deep in a dark alley. Candy stood waiting impatiently. Her perfectly manicured hand came out immediately.

Purple Avenger dug out cash from her left thigh boot. She placed two folded twenties in Candy’s hand. That was just so the shapely informant would speak to her at all.

“I’m looking for John Wayne Jennings.”

“I figured,” Candy said, nose crinkling. “He’s a nasty one.”

“Have you seen him?”

“Me? No,” she said, shaking her head adamantly. “I wouldn’t fuck him with your body.”

Visions of Jennings’ grinning face suddenly appeared in her head. He was above her. Inside her. Thrusting hard and fast, looking so smug and vicious. Her body responded to those thoughts, getting tingly hot inside.

“That’s not what I meant.”

‘I know, I just wanted to put the vision of Jennings fucking you in your head,” Candy said, grinning. “And I could tell by the look on your face that I succeeded. Yay me.”

“You’re a true angel,” Purple Avenger said tightly. “Do you know where he is?”

“I do,” she said, and held out her hand again. “And don’t be cheap.”

Purple Avenger rubbed glossy purple lips together as she stared at Candy. Being a former heroine, she should have been volunteering that information for free. But her heroine days were decades past. So the busty African-American placed five folded twenties in that outstretched hand.

“Your idea of generosity and mine are miles apart,” Candy said, looking like she’d bit into something bitter. She shrugged. “No problem this time. Nobody’s gonna miss that SOB. He’s over at the Skyline Hotel, room 42. Two of my friends are…entertaining him, so be nice to them.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, and as always, if there is a reward offered, make sure I get it,” Candy said, one brow raised. “Anonymously, of course.”

“Of course.”

Purple Avenger turned her bike around and departed as quietly as possible, while Candy headed back towards Cummings and her job. The Skyline Hotel was one of many hooker hotels in Sugar Town. It was owned by the notorious King Pimp, the self-anointed king of Sugar Town. The seven-story, late 19th Century red brick hotel sat mid-block on Anita Street.

She found the street as packed as Cummings. Impressive, even for a Friday night. The strip clubs, peep shows, and brothels were doing booming business, to say nothing of the streetwalkers. Indeed, there seemed a dearth of hookers in ratio to desperate looking men.

Purple Avenger entered the alley behind the hotel, avoiding the commotion she’d cause out on the street. She parked next to the back door. It was the kitchen door, propped open to let in cool air. She slipped inside and crossed through the kitchen before anyone noticed her. Even if they had, of course, they’d probably keep their mouths closed, lest she single them out on her next trip into Sugar Town.

Stealthily making it to the elevator lobby, she took one car up to the fourth floor. Room 42 was close to the elevator, and easy to find due to all the screaming and crying, all the banging and cursing inside. Purple Avenger tried the door, but it was locked. So she got a running start and KICKED the door in.

“Halt!” Purple Avenger shouted.

“Mask!” a woman cried. “Help! Please help us!”

It was something out of a nightmare. An African-American and white redhead were cowering on opposite sides of the room. Jennings was raging, covered in blood splatters. Purple Avenger noticed more of those red stains on the bed sheets, on the walls, and on both hookers.

He was beating them!

“Get out, girls! Save yourselves,” she shouted, advancing on the terrorist.

Jennings growled as he dropped into a fighting stance, a long knife in his right hand. Like the hookers, he was buck-ass naked.

“Good thing you brought a knife,” Purple Avenger sneered. “Because the gun swinging between your legs is pathetic.”

The African-American hooker actually stopped to snicker, before she followed the redhead out the door. Once the other women were safely away, Purple Avenger got serious. Time to put that terrorist down for the count. This time, she was going to beat him to a pulp!

“Die, whore!”

Jennings surged at her, his blade a blur as he slashed up and down, left and right. She’d never seen that style of fighting, if it even was a formally-taught style. The knife moved in almost a figure-eight as he advanced, making it impossible to get past it. He forced her to retreat into a corner.

“After I kill you, I’m going to find that bitch prosecutor, and slit her throat, too,” Jennings sneered. “She’s a friend of yours, right? All of you goodie-two-shoe cunts hang out, right?”

“Sure. Yeah, we have a girls club,” she said. When he lunged at her, Purple Avenger used her superior strength, agility, and training to perform a flip over his head. She got two solid punches into his back before he could whirl on her. “Ouch. Bet that hurt.”

“Not as much as this knife will hurt eight inches up your gut!”

Jennings lunged at her, bringing the blade up in an uppercut. The busty heroine jumped straight back, but the blade came too close. It passed through her impressive cleavage, slicing through her top. The bikini top sprang apart like a rubber band, leaving her perfect pair exposed.

“Nice tits. I know you heroines dress provocatively to distract your foes,” he sneered. “But I’m not one of your decadent Western infidel criminals to be so easily distracted. You’re going to die tonight.”

“You, sir, have a one-track mind,” she said. “If your holy mission is so good and righteous, why do you only think about killing and devastation?”

“Nice try, whore,” he sneered, and lunged at her again.

Purple Avenger danced to the side, blocked his thrust with a forearm, and then spun around to kick him in the butt. She wanted him to slam head-first into the wall, but Jennings cried out as he plunged out an open window and vanished into the dark night.

“Oh no!” she cried, racing to the window. Thrusting her head out, she looked down into the dark alley behind the hotel. The heroine expected to find Jennings lying spread-eagle on the ground, dead or at least comatose. Instead, he was kicking and cursing inside a trash dumpster. “Well, that’s one lucky son of a bitch.”

The shapely beauty slipped out onto the ledge, and hopped off. Purple Avenger plunged straight down into the darkness. She landed amid a clatter of stilettos, knees bending to absorb the shock, before she snapped straight up. Her fierce brown eyes locked on the struggling terrorist in the open dumpster.

Striding up to the dumpster, she glanced up at the heavy steel lid. He’s so lucky it was open AND filled with this soft trash. No broken glass or anything.

“It’s over, Jennings. Give it up,” she said, when he stood up before her, still unstable on the ever-shifting trash. To emphasize her point, she punched him in the face. “Surrender, or I’ll have to hand you the ass-whipping of the century.”

Noticing his knife on the ground outside the dumpster, she kicked it away to the middle of the alley. Then she regarded Jennings as he struggled to his feet again. The man never gave up. In a way, she was kind of glad. Now she had free rein to beat him to a pulp, as he so richly deserved.

“Come here, you filthy miscreant.”

Jennings leaned back against the lid, looking all around for a way out of his dire predicament. She growled and reached for him. He moved suddenly, dropping back down into a squat. At first she thought he’d lost his balance, but then the heavy steel lid came crashing down on her head.

“Uggh!”

Black and white exploded behind her eyes. Purple Avenger dropped to one knee, desperately shaking her head to clear it. All of her strength had gone, and she struggled to remain upright. And then she heard Jennings climb out of the dumpster beside her.

“Gotcha,” he cried, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her face into the dumpster.

Purple Avenger collapsed, barely conscious. She felt him roll her over onto her belly. Then his knee pressed between her shoulder blades, his full weight on it. Jennings pulled her head back by her hair, and placed the knife against her throat.

“This is good-bye, Purple Whore,” he snarled. “Burn in hell!”

She felt him tense, and the cold steel blade started to press into her soft flesh…

“Aaagh!”

Jennings was gone. Swept off her? Saved by the cavalry!

She heard the meaty thuds of a sound butt-kicking. Every pained grunt came from Jennings. Yes! Another super heroine had swooped in to save the day. Embarrassing to be pulled out of the fire like that, but she silently thanked God that she was still alive. Only then she heard both male and female whispered voices, followed by some very happy laughter.

“What? What’s going on?” she slurred, rolling onto her back.

Purple Avenger had to blink away tears and blurriness, but the scene before her still made her doubt her eyes. She blinked some more, but the scene remained. Several pimps, a couple pushers, and other street people filled the alley. One of them was Candy. Another was none other than the owner of the Skyline Hotel, King Pimp.

“Looks like this is your lucky night, sweetheart,” King Pimp said, standing over her and smirking.

“Wait. You saved me?”

“We did,” he said. He nodded at Candy. “One of my friends called and said Jennings was in my hotel. I didn’t want to hear that, so I came over.” He indicated two naked women. “Tina and Zoe came running out all bloody, telling me that you saved their lives and were upstairs fighting this big, stupid motherfucker.”

He kicked Jennings in the ribs.

“While waiting for the elevator, the kitchen staff came running out and said you were out back fighting someone,” King Pimp said. “So we all came back here to help you.”

“Help…me?”

“Yeah, we don’t like scumbag terrorists either,” he said. Then he looked her over, head to toe, before locking on her naked tits. He finally looked her in the eyes and grinned. “Look at us, being all heroic and all. And saving your very sweet butt in the nick of time.”

He licked his lips as he stared down at her.

“We’re Americans, too,” Candy said, pulling the heroine’s attention to her. “And proud of it. No one fucks with America and gets away with it.”

King Pimp offered her a hand, helping Purple Avenger to her feet. She teetered a moment, head still spinning and knees rubbery. He held on to steady her. The seven foot tall African-American loomed over her, his presence almost overwhelming. She was afraid to look up at him.

No one had even tried to depower her, or capture her in any way. No one even looked hostile, except toward Jennings. And then King Pimp’s very large hand pressed against the back of her head, and slowly slid down her back, over her sweetly rounded butt…

“I’d forgotten just how beautiful you are, Purple Avenger,” he said, voice low and drenched with need. She felt his hand slide back up to cup one firm butt cheek. And squeeze. “So, just how grateful are you?”

“Uh-oh,” she gasped, eyes huge as she stared up at him.

He held her gaze, and she felt the heat. Her body tingled, all mushy hot inside. Purple Avenger had no doubt in her mind of what he wanted from her. What they all wanted.

Candy laughed when she hesitated. “Believe me, she wants to thank you, but is afraid of losing herself. Been there, done that.”

“Hey!” Purple Avenger cried.

“Not a denial,” Candy laughed.

“Not a problem,” King Pimp said, but he continued to hold on tightly to the heroine’s butt. He caught her eyes again. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But, how about a little thank you kiss?”

“Oh my. Yes. Okay,” she said, feeling all fluttery and discombobulated. “That would be okay. I mean, nice. That would be nice.”

King Pimp leaned over, his free hand coming up to gently take hold of her throat as she lifted her glossy purple lips. He claimed her full, warm lips in an intense, demanding kiss that lasted forever. Purple Avenger’s mind became still, and no conscious thoughts spoiled that sweet reverie.

The huge pimp opened her mouth with his, and their tongues began to play as a soft moan escaped the blissful heroine. The kiss intensified, and she returned it with growing hunger and need. She knew she was truly lost when his hand left her throat to begin fondling her naked tits.

King Pimp pinched a hard, uber-sensitive nipple. That pulled a louder groan out of her, as well as fully igniting her libido. The gorgeous African-American wrapped a leg around him, as she pressed her spectacular body against the pimp. Purple-gloved hands began stripping him soon thereafter, which quickly turned into a mad rush to strip each other.

“Oh yes!” she cried, when the big pimp lifted her up, both hands on her butt. He maneuvered the heroine over his monster erection, and then slowly lowered her. Her head rolled back as her long thigh-booted legs wrapped around him. “Ugggggh!”

He had the longest, thickest cock in Sugar Town. In the city. In the WORLD, as far she knew. Biggest she’d ever enjoyed. No cock had ever hurt so much penetrating her. He stretched her out beyond belief.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes. So much,” Purple Avenger gasped out, starting to thrust her hips. “Hurts good. So good.”

The busty beauty wrapped her arms around King Pimp’s neck, staring up incredulously as he bounced her up and down his cock, slowly forcing his massiveness deeper and deeper. It wasn’t long before she felt completely filled up.

That wicked pimp forced her up and down the full length of his cock, every time. Her body responded profoundly, all white hot and fluttery inside. The heroine’s vagina tightened around his impressive girth, hugging him so tight. Every thrust into her hot wetness reverberated through her body, through her very soul. Her head tilted, offering her lips for another kiss.

While his cock messed up her body, claiming it like a boss, his kiss scrambled her brain. Her heart swelled with need, desire… Love. It felt so wonderful to surrender like that. No fear. Just… Love and adoration. And intense, mind-blowing pleasure.

Every deep thrust sent waves of pure bliss rippling anew through her shapely body. Purple Avenger slid up and down his thick pole with tiny cries of pleasure and submission. King Pimp boned her like he owned her, and she thanked God for it.

“Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” Purple Avenger cried. “Fuck me! Fuck. ME!”

That surge to climax consumed her body and soul. Her jaw dropped as she stared into his triumphant eyes, and she relaxed and let it consume her.

“Aaaggggghh!” she screamed, her insides erupting with the purest pleasure imaginable.

King Pimp didn’t stop. In fact, he fucked her harder and faster. Fucked her through five climaxes before he suddenly pulled out, forced the busty heroine to her knees, and then rubbed his wet dick all over her upturned masked face.

“Suck it, Purple Avenger. Hurry, I’m about to blow,” King Pimp commanded.

Purple Avenger didn’t hesitate. She wrapped both hands around his shaft, and started giving him the most intense head she could. The beautiful heroine put everything she had into that sex act, wanting to make it the best he’d ever had, or ever would have.

“Mmmm.” Slurp. Sssssslurp. “Mmmmmm.”

Whether by her oral talents, or all that previous humping, King Pimp only lasted a few minutes before flooding her mouth with thick, hot cum. The heroic beauty sucked it all down, swallowing without being asked. And then she went down on him until he came a second time.

“Thanks, babe,” King Pimp said, pulling away. “You were amazing. And as I promised, you can take Jennings and go if you want.”

She smiled up at him. Then she looked at Jennings, still face down and bound hand and foot. The Sugar Towners kept him unconscious, happily whacking him in the head whenever he started to stir. Yeah, it amused her. It was probably illegal, but still…

“Thank you for everything, King Pimp. I won’t forget,” she said.

“Think about it around Christmas,” he said. “All I want for Christmas is an all-nighter with Purple Avenger.”

The shapely heroine smiled up at him and smiled. “You never know.”

He gave her a hand to stand. Again, she teetered, body singing in abject pleasure. Her top was still up in room 42, but ruined. Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d turned someone over to the police while topless. Probably wouldn’t be the last, either.

“So, Miss Purple Avenger,” a young man said, smiling nervously and looking hopeful. He never looked her in the eyes. She watched his eyes lock on her naked tits, then drop to her naked pussy, before returning to her tits, with a quick glance up at her lips. “King Pimp wasn’t the only one to help you out tonight. Any chance there’s more loving thank yous to go around?”

Purple Avenger’s jaw dropped. A good dozen men stared back hopefully. And some women. She swallowed the lump in her throat, and then glanced at Candy, who giggled.

“Sexy super heroines are a favorite of these bad boys,” Candy said. “And they did so much to help you tonight.”

The heroine looked at Candy. She looked at the eager-eyed men. She looked up and down the alley. Purple Avenger knew no one would challenge her departure – no one she couldn’t outfight, anyways. If she stayed, well, there were no longer any guarantees. Yet…

Catching Candy’s eyes, she cleared her throat. “Will you stand for me?”

“Excuse me?”

“If I submit and give them everything they want, we both know I’ll be tamed. I’ll lose myself in all that sex,” she said. The men began to get excited. “I need someone to stand for me. Someone to protect me from myself. I need you.”

Candy looked surprised. Then she smiled and nodded. “Understood. I’m here for you. I’ll stand for you.”

“Thank you,” she said, and kissed the ex-heroine. Then she caught the eyes of the man that had asked. “I’m yours.”

He practically jumped on the heroine. He immediately buried his face in her tits. Purple Avenger laughed as he motorboated her, smothering her tits with kisses. After a few minutes of titty-love, he forced her to all fours. The man impaled her from behind, while another knelt before the heroine and rubbed his cock all over her face. Purple Avenger went down on him hungrily, feeling utterly free to surrender to the Curse.

The End