Smoak & Mira: Origin Story

The city of Mercury Heights was a fast paced place. Around the clock, neon lights lit up every skyscraping building. Electric cars and hovering vehicles zipped down the street. Mira Uarah, a dark skinned female with her black hair pulled up in a bun was behind the wheel in her small, hovering shuttle.

"Computer," she said boldly. "Pull up know profile of Doctor Kazar Smaok." While the automated voice a British man replied, Mira spoke into her earpiece. "Go ahead girl."

"I'm just saying," said the female on the other end. "A bounty this big, you think you can handled it?"

"I handled all the rest of em," she spat back.. "SO why not?"

"You right. I just don't want his Mira the manhunter trending thing to go to your head."

"Only thing I want going to my head is you. Ooops, I'm so sorry. I'm trying to keep it professional."

"I'm not."

"Girl, I been talking the whole time this computer been giving me the profile."

"Girl go capture this mother fucker and get back to me."

"Yes ma'aam," said Mira. "Girl you crazy." The computer screen pulled up the profile for the bounty hunter to read.

"Doctor Smoak is a scientist, scholar, explorer, terrorist, serial killer, known for his work in biological manipulation, hypnosis, and chryo-stasis. e is proficient in the use of whips, chains, handcuffs, tying knots, and harvesting precious fluids from various races."

When Mira arrived at the location she parked a few houses down. She exited her vehicle, her pulse pistol was snuggly inside a tactical holster on her right thigh. Her long sleeve blue dress was tight up top, hugging her perky d-cups. The blue dress flared out from the waist down but was just long enough to stop at the cuff of her rump. She wore a black utility belt around her waist over the dress. She wore a headset with an earpiece.

Ther 3 story house was dilapidated. Paint peeling, the yard was full of bushes unkempt grass. The once picket fence was now falling to piecers. Mira drew her pistol and entered they yard. She pulled a hand held device and began taking readings.

"There's definitely some activity in the area," she said according to her readings. She entered the dark house and used the flashlight on her pistol to see. The floorboards creaked as she walked slowly. All of the furniture was covered in dust and spiderwebs were everywhere. Upon reaching the second floor, she head a noise. She shined her light in the direction of the noise only to see a rat scurrying away. Her heart jumped. When she was able to calm down she continued. As she walked down a long, dark corridor with doors on both sides she suddenly heard laughter. The laughter was deep and didn't come form one single direction. It was loud and seemed to resonate from all over. Suddenly a gust of wind Dr. Smoak appeared in front of her. He was maybe 10 feet away when she started shooting. The plasma blasts hit him in the chest over and over as Mira back pedaled and fired away. Dr. Smoak ran forward, the shots staggered him but didn't stop him. Then suddenly he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Mira stopped. She heard something behind her and as she went to turn around she was grabbed in a bearhug from behind. Smoak hoisted her up and backwards dumping her on her head. She rolled over and as she got to her feet received a kick to the back that sent her falling forward. Her stomach slammed into a wooden guard rail and she hung over looking downward at the long drop to the first floor.

Smoak flipped her tiny dress up and yanked her black thong panties halfway down her thick thighs. Mira threw a quick reverse kick lifting he leg hard into Smoak's crotch. He gasped and she threw a back elbow that caught him on the side of the head. She spun around to face him and shot hip at pointblank range right in the head. The blast sent him stagging backwards. She pulled her panties up and yelled,

"What are you made of?" She pulled a grenade off her utility belt and tossed it at his feet before taking off running. The explosion ripped through the old house shaking the walls and blowing glass out of several windows. Mira had taken cover by darting into one of the bedrooms. She held her pistol in two hands, angled low as she peeked out of the open door to the room. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She jumped out of fear and looked right into a slap to the face. She staggered then was grabbed and thrown onto the dusty bed. Smoak jumped on top of her as she aimed her gun u to shoot. Shots went through the roof as they wrestled for the gun which he quickly took from her. He tossed it and slapped across the face with an open hand. She whimpered. He chocked her with one and as he she struggled to get between her legs. With his other hand he unblocked his belt and began getting out of his pants.

"Let me in," he growled.

"No!" She threw punches upward and struggled to keep her powerful legs closed. Smoak was supernatural in strength. Smoak smacked her across the face again, she whelped again and loosened up. He pried her thick legs open, peeled her things to side and forced his way inside her.

"Fuck yeah," he growled with his bare ass bouncing up and down. The headboard banged the wall as Smoak enjoyed himself. Mira reached downward with one hand going for her boot knife.

"No," she protested as he split her open. "No! Stop it!"

"Fuck yeah this is good!"

Smoak continued pounding her but once she had the knife she stabbed Smoak in his back as hard as she could. He yelled in pain and raised up. She managed to close her legs and kick him in the chest knocking him off the bed and onto the floor.

Mira rolled off the bed and the duo collided as they both went for her pulse pistol. Mira stabbed him in the neck and as he fell against the wall she pinned him and brought several knees between his legs grunting out,

"Yeah, two can play that game!" He doubled over in pain as she let him go and bent over to pick up the pistol. Smoak, now stepping completely out of his pants smacked her on the ass hard while she was bent over and pinned her head to the dresser, shattering her headset and earpiece. He pulled her thongs to the side and rammed his big mushroom head back inside her, this time from behind. "Fuck!" She screamed. "Fuuuuuuuuckk!"

Smoak Held her by the back of the neck with one hand, her face pinned to the dresser. And he held her hand behind her back with his other hand. She still gripped the pistol but it was behind her back and no use now. Smoak banged her hard from behind and she moaned load.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted as he banged her. Her massive ass cheeks clapped with his every thrust.

"No," she protested. "Fucking get off me bastard!" Smoak grinned and smacked her on the ass over and over as he plowed her.

"You came looking for me, remember" His voice was low and gravely. His huge, hairless balls swung and slapped her bald shaven snatch over and over. Reaching into her utility belt with her free hand she pulled a can of deterrent spray and reaching over her own shoulder she sprayed the mist right into his face.

Smoak withdrew and staggered back rubbing his eyes. She spun around to face him, aimed her gun and was quickly taken down to the floor. Smoak wrestled with her there wrenching the gun form her hands and snatched the handcuffs off her utility belt. Using his overpowering strength he handcuffed to the leg of the cast iron bed. She was on her stomach and her wrists were locked. Smoak smacked her ass over and over then used both hands to rip her panties off. The tear and snap of the fabric was accompanied by her yelp. Smoak plowed her softness from a deep squatting position. Mira, flat on her stomach with her hands cuffed was defenseless and took the punishment with yelps, and moans that she tried to hold back. Smoak sucked his thumb and stuffed it deep in Mira's ass over and over. He laid out flat and pounded her, holding her ankles apart using his ankles.

"Fuck," she cried. "Shit! Fucking stop it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck me."

"Yeah you're fucked," he told her. "Good ass pussy." His naked ass bounced up and down as he rode her. Mira, the defeated opponent moaned, as her shackled hands went from fists, to open palms. She slapped one hand against the floor as she blushed and hid her face. She felt great inside. Smoak rode her good and hard, stroking deep and strong as his chest lay against her back. "I'm going to fill you up," he whispered in her ear. She smiled as her heart fluttered.

He banged her on that floor for hours. He ripped her dress exposing her breasts, rubbing them and kissing them. He sucked them and kissed her in her mouth, never removing his mask. She tongue kissed him back. He was a warm, wet kisser. She wondered what was going on. She wondered if this bad guy had hypnotized her. He emptied his long shaft inside her soppy wet pussy. She thought he was done but he wasn't. He used her wet mouth as a hole to blow his second load in. Mira coughed and spat on the floor.

"I hate you," she declared loudly. Then for some reason she wanted more. She smiled as he went to her rear again but she grew afraid when she realized which hole he was now playing with. After licking her asshole out and coating his long shaft, he beat her ass out. As he banged, his huge balls slapped her creamy wet snatch. Her pussy oozed white creamy bubbles. Her juices mixed with his own big load slowly seeped out.

He rode her ass fast and hard to get his 3rdand final load off. He grunted and spanked her until both brown cheeks were red. Upon pulling out his long limp cock nice and slow, thick globs of creamy white oozed out and ran over her oozing pussy.

"You're no longer Mira the Manhunter," he said panting. "You're my queen."

"Yes sir," she said.

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Life aboard the Starburster was pretty sweet. Mira walked around the spaceship in awe. There was a neat cockpit a kitchen and dining area, the engine room, the lounge complete with a bar, restroom, hot tub, workout facility it had everything. In the engine room the time crystal allowed the duo to travel not only from planet to planet, but also throughout different eras in time. They zipped around stalking inner cites, and rural towns. They went from medieval times, to the golden age of piracy. They stalked all sorts of races, breeding with them and collecting fluids of all kinds. Thus the couple of Smoak & Mira became a feared force and a welcomed sight for those with a horror kink.