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i read the entirety of volume 13 in one sitting, taking screenshots to make posts and ramble about, only to find out all my screenshots didn't take T_T

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Superheroes with Secrets: Reduced to Jelly (Fic Part 180. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"You should get your breath back first, mon mari, then perhaps you can do whatever you want to me."

"I want to reduce you to jelly."

"Well that's not vaguely threatening at all." Kirby chuckles softly.

"Just wanna make you cum over and over."

"Well, that's a nicer way of putting it, now you don't sound like a supervillain."

"You've corrupted the Hurricane a little." He chuckles.

"He will reduce the woman he loves most into jelly with his touch." Kirby jokes, doing her best supervillain voice.

"Exactly."

Kirby smirks, pulling Helms into a heated kiss, "I love you, mon mari."

"I love you too, ma chère."

"Do with me whatever your heart, or loins, desire."

"My loins desire making sweet, tender love to my wife."

"Then do it." Kirby purrs.

"Lie down."

Kirby nods, laying down for Helms, her submissive side in full display as she blushes a deep red.

"That's my beautiful girl."

"What else can I do for you, sir?"

"Spread your legs and close your eyes."

Kirby does as he says, closing her eyes and spreading her legs, aware of how wet she already is. He bends down and licks a long line between her legs, tasting her juices. Her legs tremble slightly as she moans in delight.

"Now this… is heaven."

"You really think so, sir?" Kirby whispers.

"I know so."

"Oh, Monsieur Helms."

"Practically a delicacy."

"Now that's very high praise, Monsieur, are you sure you mean my juices?"

"I know I do."

"Then I shall shush and let you continue enjoying your delicacy, mon amour."

He's intense with his licking and obviously very happy. Kirby moans in ecstasy, her voice wavering as she gets closer to climaxing.

"Cum for me." He whispers.

"Oh mon Dieu, Shane." She moans as she cums, her head dizzy from arousal.

"That's my good girl."

"Mon ange, I love you, God, my head is all fuzzy."

"You need more water."

"Help me up, please, Shaney baby."

"Sure thing, my dear."

Kirby helps Helms lift her to her feet, holding onto him as if her life depends on it.

"You okay?" He whispers.

"Please… please don't leave me, please." Kirby murmurs, clearly struggling to hold back tears.

"Leave you? Honey, I would never leave you?"

"Dw i ddim yn gwybod beth sy'n bod ond aeth popeth yn rhyfedd yn fy meddwl i a dydq i ddim yn gwybod sut i'w esbonio, Shane, beth sy'n bod gyda fi?"

"I don't know either. People in your past broke you. They left you distrustful. It's my job to help you learn to trust."

"Na Shane, mae fel yr unig beth alla i deimlo yw tristwch neu anobaith, ar ôl i ni, wel wyddoch chi… wnaeth o neu yn hytrach ar ôl i mi ddod… disgynnodd fy nghalon yn sydyn, fel roedd rhywbeth wedi fy nhrywanu yn emosiynol."

"Do you have any idea why?" He asks softly.

"No…" Kirby whispers, burying her face in his shoulder and crying quietly."

He strokes her back slowly, "I'm sorry."

"nid eich bai chi ydyw."

"Is this about me or Shannon?" He whispers.

Kirby shakes her head, not knowing what has made her react like this.

"Let's get you calmed down, okay?"

She nods, still clinging to Helms for safety, he's the only thing keeping her calm enough to even think or speak, albeit in Welsh.

"I love you, sweetheart. I always will."

"Rwy'n dy garu di, fy ngwr."

"I'm never going to stop."

She nods, relaxing ever so slightly and taking a deep breath.

"That's my girl."

Gradually Kirby moves herself to sit on the couch, still holding onto Helms' right arm and tracing her fingers over his Green Lantern tattoo.

"I should look into getting another one…" He murmurs.

"Dylech aros tan ar ôl geni Lilith, yna gallwn gael ein bandiau priodas wedi'u tatŵio arnom."

"Couldn't we do that now?"

Kirby thinks for a moment before nodding and snuggling against his arm.

"Well, not now, but when we see Dee next."

She nods again, kissing his cheek softly.

"You gonna be okay?"

"Dydw i ddim yn gwybod eto."

"That's okay. We can sit here until you are."

"Allwch chi ddweud wrth Shannon mae'n ddrwg gen i, os gwelwch yn dda, Shane?"

"Do you want me to go now, or do you want me to bring him down so you can say so yourself?"

"Ti'n dweud wrtho, dydw i ddim yn meddwl ei fod yn ddoeth i mi ddweud dim byd pan na allaf siarad yr un iaith ag ef."

"I can translate if that needs to happen."

Kirby nods, letting him go. He gives her a quick kiss before heading upstairs to get Shannon, who, thankfully, has only had a couple sips of his drink.

"Please don't say you're throwing me out…" he mumbles.

"Better. She wants to apologize, but she had a bit of a breakdown and is only speaking Welsh. I'll be translating as best I can."

Kirby starts rehearsing how to approach apologising to Shannon, trying not to make the situation worse. Helms leads him downstairs slowly, trying his best not to startle Kirby.

"Helo, Shannon, dydw i ddim yn siŵr beth i'w ddweud, neu os bydd fy ngeiriau yn gwneud unrhyw synnwyr i chi, ond ar hyn o bryd nid wyf yn gallu siarad Saesneg ne Ffrangeg, felly yn anffodus rhaid gwrando ar sain fy acen Gymreig naturiol." Kirby jokes weakly.

"She's sorry English and French both escape her right now, so you'll have to listen to her natural Welsh." Helms explains.

"Yn gyntaf rhaid i mi ddweud, mae'n ddrwg gen i, fe wnes i or-ymateb ac roedd hynny'n anghywir i mi ei wneud. Clywais y gair soulmate a daeth yn… oramddiffynnol iawn… o fy statws fel priodferch Shane, a mam ei ferch yn y groth. Nid wyf yn rheoli fy emosiynau yn llwyr, ond ni ddylwn fod wedi ymateb fel y gwnes i. Ni allaf ymddiheuro digon am fy ngweithredoedd a'r hyn y gallent fod wedi achosi i chi feddwl."

"She's sorry she reacted the way she did. Hearing you call me your soulmate made her get protective of me and her status. She isn't in complete control of her emotions, but apologizes nonetheless."

"Gobeithio eich bod chi'n deall cymaint dwi'n ceisio cuddio'r ochr oramddiffynol ohonof fy hun, dwi'n ei chael hi'r un mor hyll a dwi'n siwr mae pawb arall yn ei wneud."

"She's trying to hide her overprotective side." Helms explains, purposely leaving out the self-deprecation.

"He's leaving stuff out, isn't he?" Shannon asks gently, earning a slow nod from Kirby.

"Only the parts that shouldn't be said in the first place." He murmurs.

"I… I can't stay mad at you guys, I admit, I may have gone too far calling Shane my soulmate, but I… I still haven't gotten over the loss, and maybe from now on, I should stay out of his pants, and… I, I forgive you, Kirby." Shannon murmurs, slowly walking up to Kirby and giving her a gentle hug, the faint smell of alcohol, making Kirby gag almost immediately.

"Might need to go brush your teeth, Shan. She's really scent-sensitive these days." Helms murmurs, tapping his shoulder.

"Oh, right, sorry, forgot the whole pregnant women and alcohol don't mix thing." He says before slinking off to freshen himself up.

"Everything squared up? No one mad at each other anymore?" Helms doublechecks, giving her a light hug.

Kirby nods, leaning against Helms and sighing softly, trying but failing to translate herself mentally.

"Good. I'm glad."

She makes a couple small noises of happiness, but no words come out, or at the least, none that Helms can recognize.

"Welsh gone now too, hmm?"

Kirby nods, burying her face in her hands.

"That's okay. It's all okay, my love."

Kirby makes a noise akin to 'meep' in response.

"Hand squeezes, okay? Once for yes, twice for no."

She squeezes his hand softly, just once, and puts her forehead against his shoulder.

"That's my good girl."

Kirby blushes a deep red, making a small squeak before covering her mouth with her free hand.

"Sorry, I'll keep from the horny pet names."

Kirby squeezes his hand twice, wanting him to continue talking the way he usually does.

"If you say so, princess." He grins.

Kirby smiles softly, taking her hand away from her face and gently stroking his beard.

"Didn't go more grey today, did I?"

Kirby squeezes his hand twice as she continues stroking his beard.

"Something different about it?"

She again squeezes his hand twice but continues to stroke his beard.

Shannon walks back into the room, midway through brushing his teeth, "she probably likes the feel." He mumbles as he watches Kirby intently stoking Helms' beard.

"It's getting a little longer. Guess it's softer than usual, hmm?"

Kirby squeezes his hand once, finally stopping herself from stroking his beard and blushing with embarrassment.

"That's cute, she gets all red and stops herself from being adorable because I walk in, you can be adorable, Kirby, no one's gonna stop ya." Shannon teases jokingly.

"It's true. We both find you adorable all the time."

Kirby pulls away from Helms, curling up and hiding her face in her hands.

He takes her hands gently, "please don't hide." He whispers.

Kirby slowly looks at Helms, blushing as red as she can go and shivering from the sudden remembrance of just how little clothing she has on.

"You wanna get dressed?"

Kirby nods, "oui s'il vous plaît, très froid." She whispers.

"Alright, let's get you bundled."

Kirby's about to stand when Helms lifts her in a bridal carry, "mon amour, je peux marcher."

"I know. But you can't speak all your languages right now, so I'm not taking any chances."

Kirby sighs, letting Helms carry her and making herself comfortable in his arms. He's not struggling to hold her like he used to. He's gotten significantly and buffer in their months together. Kirby gently strokes his hair, whispering sweet nothings to him in French.

"Pyjamas or fully dressed?" He murmurs.

"Pyjamas." She whispers, sounding more like André when she speaks French compared to her usual accent.

"Alright, let's sit you on the bed and get you dressed."

Kirby pulls Helms into a gentle kiss the moment she gets a chance to, closing her eyes and holding him close before letting him go.

"I love you so damn much."

Kirby slowly gets her breath back, "I… love you, mon ange."

"English is back." He smiles proudly.

Kirby blushes as she pulls Helms into a gentle hug.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, still a bit weird from losing both English and French for a moment."

"Take your time. You'll be okay."

"I don't want to let you go, I know how dumb that sounds, but I just wanna hold you a bit longer."

"It's not dumb. You're allowed to love and need me, you know."

"I know but I don't want to seem… needy, or clingy."

"I want you to be needy and clingy. It's how I know I'm still wanted."

"Oh, well then," Kirby pulls Helms into a heated kiss, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, mon mari, my hero."

"Really your hero?"

"Definitely my hero, mon ouragan d'amour."

"I love having that title."

"Which one, my hero or mon ouragan d'amour?"

"Both, really."

"What about, my heroic Hurricane of love?" Kirby teases.

"I like it in any language." He grins.

Kirby gently pulls Helms into another heated kiss, getting slightly rough and biting his bottom lip softly.

"Trying to make me bleed?" He chuckles softly.

"A little blood in your mouth never stopped you before, mon amour." Kirby whispers.

"That's true."

"I should probably get dressed, shouldn't I?"

"Maybe. If you wanna be warm."

"I could always be warm with your dick inside me." Kirby whispers to herself as she looks for something to wear.

"That's a good point too."

Kirby goes silent, blushing bright red.

"Wanna try that?"

"Well, I'd never turn down sexual contact with my husband, so… maybe we could?"