
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/13546452.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Parahumans_Series_-_Wildbow
  Relationship:
      Hannah/Missy
  Character:
      Miss_Militia, Vista, Hannah, Missy_Biron
  Additional Tags:
      Yuri, Ageplay, dildo
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-01 Words: 4665
****** Mother and Mentor ******
by WestOrEast
Summary
     Miss Militia and Vista share a bond deeper than the one of coworkers.
     And it is so much more pleasurably than fighting crime.

Miss Militia knew a lot of people thought about what she wore out of costume.
Even someone as disconnected from American social networks as her occasionally
saw mock-ups of what people online dreamily imagined seeing her in. They
invariably turned out to be tight or thin or have some other aspect that made
them more fetish wear then regular wear.

In fact, Miss Militia preferred blouses and skirts, or conservative dresses.
Admittedly, they were conservative by American standards, and her mother and
the other women of the village would have thought they were unacceptably
revealing. Still, Hannah enjoyed slipping into a nice blue and white outfit
after a long day of work. For reasons besides the feel of the fabric on her
skin.

Hannah was, frankly, just killing time, arranging and rearranging the set-up on
the table as she waited for a knock at the door. Over the past few decades,
she’d seen many relationships between superheroes falter due to scheduling
commitments, and she was glad that there was only a few hours between shifts
now.

There were a series of raps at the door. Miss Militia straightened up, and
walked over. The door to her apartment opened, revealing Missy. Hannah smiled
down at the Ward, who was strangely interested in the pattern of the carpet.

Hannah ushered Missy in, taking the windbreaker and hanging it up as Missy maid
a beeline for her favorite chair. Hannah sat down opposite her, and smiled at
Missy. Missy blushed and looked away, nervously clearing her throat. Hannah
smiled to herself. Missy was always like this, at least before Hannah warmed
her up.

“How has you day been, Missy?” Hannah asked gently.

“Fine,” Missy muttered. Hannah waited patiently. Sure enough, Missy started
speaking again, talking about the day’s frustrations and trials. School wasn’t
challenging, she wasn’t getting enough respect from her teammates. The same old
litany of frustration that neither of them could do much about.

As Missy talked, Hannah stood up and walked over to her. The seat was large
enough for two, and she sat down next to Missy. Hannah gradually drew Missy
down, until her head was resting on Hannah’s lap. Hannah thought Missy looked
unbelievably cute like this, though she respected her too much to say so.

Finally, Missy wound down, and just lay there, cheek pressed against Hannah’s
skirt. Hannah ran a hand through her hair, fine blond strands passing through
her fingers. Working her way down, Hannah’s fingers passed from Missy’s hair to
her cheek. Missy sighed and raised her own hand, trapping it there.

Hannah never breathed a word about this to anyone. There were several reasons,
of course, but one of them was that it would be a betrayal of Missy’s trust.
The young girl (and recently, Hannah had realized she was thinking of everyone
under the age of twenty-five as young) had come to her, and her alone for this.
It wouldn’t be right for her to discuss Missy’s emotional vulnerabilities with
others, not even with her PRT-mandated psychologist.

Hannah hummed a song she had learned as a child, growing up on another
continent. Missy gradually relaxed, the tension leaving her slight frame as she
poured out her frustrations. Hannah stroked her shoulders, working to introduce
some looseness into those tight knots of muscle and bone.

Finally, Hannah was satisfied with how relaxed Missy was. Now it was time to
make her tense up again, and then make her relax again. Hannah drew Missy fully
onto her lap, gently tugging at her until she was arranged to Hannah’s
satisfaction. She paused there for a minute, letting Missy sit there, head
resting against her chest.

Hannah knew how complex and unusual their relationship was. The age gap alone
would be worthy of comment, as well as the exact manner in which they relaxed.
But Hannah thought Missy, and most of the Wards, for that matter, desperately
needed to have more pleasure in their life. While Miss Militia was living proof
that someone could survive and thrive as a superhero, the risks of death and
injury were real, and presented themselves every time Missy went out on patrol.

Missy, for her part, wanted to be treated like the veteran she was. She was
hindered by her youth making it harder for people to take her seriously, and
she was grateful to Miss Militia for giving her respect.

At the same time, Missy also looked at Hannah as a mother figure, someone who
she could vent to, and would hold her and assure everything would be alright.
It was a fine line for Hannah to walk, and she didn’t always manage it. But
they always made up eventually, and kept on seeing each other.

And right now, Hannah was interested in seeing a lot more of Missy.

Hannah picked Missy up, carrying her across the room to her bed. This was by
far the most use Hannah saw out of that piece of furniture, and it also had the
best memories attached. She gently let Missy down onto it, her head on the
pillow and her body barely going more than two-thirds of the way down.

Hannah slid in after her, and Missy rolled into her arms. She raised her head,
and the two of them gently kissed. Missy wasn’t a very good kisser, even with
all the practice Hannah had given her. But she had picked up some other skills
quite well, and was always ready to show them off to Hannah.

Missy blushed, and removed her tan shirt. She looked away, and crossed her arms
as Hannah looked at her. She smiled at what she saw. Missy’s upper body was
encased in lacey lingerie, hiding the breasts she didn’t have. She looked quite
cute, a wonderful mix of sophistication and innocence.

Hannah had procured the lingerie for Missy. She thought the younger girl looked
cuter without it, but Missy had insisted. Even if only she and Hannah knew
about it, it still made her feel more grown-up and mature, giving her the
validation she desperately craved.

Missy was wearing a matching set of panties. She let Hannah reveal them, slowly
stripping off her lower garment. The black lace clung to her hips, and
presented such figure as she had. Hannah smiled at her girlfriend, who blushed.
Hannah rested the palm of her hand against Missy’s cheek, and slowly turned her
head so they were looking at each other.

Missy took the initiative and leaned in for a kiss. Hannah gratefully
reciprocated, and the two of them luxuriated in feeling each other’s lips
pressed against each other. They broke with a smile, and Hannah ran her hand
down Missy’s cheek. She just couldn’t get enough of the young girl. Her feel,
her scent, her sounds… Hannah loved a great many things about Missy.

Hannah shrugged off her blouse. As usual, Missy’s eyes were immediately drawn
to her chest. Hannah had larger breasts than most people suspected, as the
armored vest in her costume did a very good job at suppressing any possible
cleavage. And out of costume, her preference for conservative clothing again
hid how large her breasts were. Missy was one of the few people to realize just
how blessed Hannah was in the chest department.

And Missy loved how blessed Hannah was in the chest department. She raised her
hands to undo Hannah’s bra, small, nimble fingers undoing the clasps and
pulling the bra down. Missy sat back on her heels, staring at Hannah’s exposed
breasts. Hannah softly smiled at the look on her face. It was awe-struck,
almost rapturous. Even though Missy had seen them many times before, she always
reacted the same way when she saw Hannah’s naked chest.

Hannah’s eyes darted down to glance in between Missy’s thighs. They were
tightly pressed together, and she wondered how much moisture she would find if
she slid her hand in between them. Not much now, probably. Best to wait for
later, when there would be more for her to explore.

Hannah stood up on the bed to slide out of her skirt. While the panties she was
wearing matched her bra, they weren’t half as ornate and fancy as what Missy
was wearing. And Hannah was quite okay with that. She was comfortable with her
body, and didn’t need to turn to outside sources like make-up or lingerie to
enhance herself. And not just because Missy was the only person likely to ever
see it.

Hannah lay down on the bed, next to Missy. Her head rested on her pillow, while
Missy moved her head, and the rest of her body, onto Hannah. Hannah wrapped an
arm around her as Missy lowered her head. She took one of Hannah’s large
nipples into her mouth and started gently sucking on it. Hannah sighed in
pleasure. She knew many ways to get herself aroused, but one of her favorites
was to have Missy suckle on her breasts.

Hannah gently cradled Missy’s head, keeping her close to her breasts. She could
feel arousal start to flicker to life inside her, like embers in her lower
stomach. She ran her hands down Missy’s smooth, muscles back, down to her
panties.

Hannah groped Missy’s ass as Missy sucked on her breasts. Missy didn’t have
much of an ass, though Hannah suspected that would change in a few years. She
had met Missy’s mother, after all, and that woman was very well built. Once
puberty hit, Hannah was sure Missy would blossom into a fine figure of a woman.

And while Hannah hoped to enjoy Missy then, she also enjoyed Missy now. Her
hands idly caressed Missy’s rear, staying outside her panties for now. Later
on, of course, they would both be naked and have every inch of each other’s
bodies to explore. But for now, just some groping over the clothing was good
enough.

Missy popped off Hannah’s nipple with a gasp. She moved to the other one and
went back down on it. Hannah smiled and stroked her hair. The arousal was
building inside her, though it was still a campfire instead of the inferno it
could become. Both her nipples were still hard, and her core was rapidly moving
from damp to wet.

Hannah guided one of Missy’s legs in between her thighs. She hissed through her
teeth as Missy pressed against her pussy. Her button was a major weak spot, and
Hannah could reach orgasm very quickly with very little stimulation of it.

As Missy made out with Hannah’s breasts, the older woman let her hands wander
over Missy’s body. It really was a delightful body, and Hannah was ready to see
more of it. She tugged at Missy’s lingerie, slowly undoing it. Missy helped as
much as she could, pushing her rear out so Hannah could get at her panties and
the like.

Soon, both of them were naked. Hannah regretfully pushed Missy back to get a
good look at her body. It really was a lovely body. Not flawless of course,
there were already scars appearing on it. But the scars did nothing to detract
from her beauty.

Of course, Hannah thought Missy would look even better once some blood went to
those cheeks and she was shaking in pleasure. And wouldn’t you know it? Hannah
had exactly the tool to do that.

Hannah had only discovered this as a teenager looking over some illicit
magazines, but her power could replicate more than just weapons. There was a
blur, and a vibrator wand was lying next to her bare thigh. She picked it up
and flicked it on. Missy shivered in excitement and spread her legs as far
apart as they could go.

Hannah took her time getting to Missy’s flower. There was no rush after all.
She slowly drew the vibrator up Missy’s inner thigh, going back and forth, up
and down. Missy made some adorable sounds as Hannah went along her way. A quick
glance up to where her legs met made Hannah smile again. Missy’s crotch was
shiny with arousal, and her lips were parted.

The sight was almost good enough to make Hannah abandon restraint and go
straight to the prize. But her life had taught her patience, and Hannah didn’t
need instant gratification. Besides, the noises Missy was making were quite
cute enough, especially when Hannah whispered some soft words of encouragement
to her.

It took Hannah just over two minutes to arrive at Missy’s pussy. By the time
she arrived, Missy’s hips were juddering back and forth, her mind fighting a
constant battle to override her body. She looked adorable, small, innocent face
screwed up in concentration as she fought her own lustful urges.

Hannah was feeling lustful herself, though her years of control left her in a
lot better shape than Missy. Still, she could feel her own dew gathering and
running down her legs. She did her best to ignore it. Her time would come soon
enough, and she was sure her orgasm wouldn’t come through her own hands.

Missy clapped her hands over her mouth as Hannah arrived at her crotch. Hannah
stifled a laugh. Missy always had a very cute reaction when she first felt a
vibrator pressed against her folds and button, and the toy wasn’t even on its
highest setting yet.

Missy actually couldn’t handle the highest levels of performance Hannah could
coax out of the vibrator. The pleasure would quickly turn to pain,
overstimulating her sensitive body. Hannah, on the other hand, could take all
the vibrator had to offer and more. Sometimes, when Missy was in a more active
mood than usual, she would have her young lover take the vibrator and grind it
against her crotch.

Hannah would hump the toy (and Missy’s hand), rocking back and forth until the
humming vibrator would drive her over the edge. It was so nice to rock back and
forth on top of the vibrator, feeling the buzzing head pressed against her. And
it felt even better, of course, when she actually came from it, her body
melting in a puddle of released joy.

Missy screwed up her face and pushed the toy away from her center. Hannah
raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at her. Missy took a shuddering breath
before facing the older woman.

“Can we, uh…” she trailed off, face red in embarrassment. “Could I take care of
you too?”

“Of course, dear,” Hannah said. She set the vibrator down and started figuring
out to position the two of them.

They ended up with Hannah lying down on the bed. Missy was on top of her, in an
abbreviated 69 position. Missy was just too short, and Hannah just too tall for
a true 69 to be feasible. Hannah had picked the vibrator back up from her hip,
and was walking it back up Missy’s legs. Missy’s head and one hand were in
between Hannah’s thighs. This way, they could both bring each other pleasure.

Missy was surprisingly skilled at oral sex. Hannah deeply enjoyed the way her
tongue moved in and out and around her folds. It had taken a lot of practice to
get her trained to such an excellent level, admittedly, but Hannah didn’t
regret any single moment of it. And not just because she was going to get an
excellent orgasm out of it, but also because one of the reasons Missy had
joined the Wards was to learn valuable new skills.

Admittedly, sexual skills didn’t appear on the glossy pamphlets the PR
department distributed, but Hannah told herself that skills were skills. And
these particular skills were so very enjoyable. Of course, that didn’t mean
Hannah could just lay back and luxuriate in Missy’s tongue and fingers, either.
She had her own responsibilities to fulfill.

The progress of the vibrator up Missy’s bare thighs was somewhat faster this
time. Fairly soon, Hannah had pressed the toy against Missy’s entrance. Missy
groaned into Hannah’s pussy as the toy made contact.

Hannah knew exactly how to tease Missy. Where she should press the vibrator,
how long she should do so, when to switch to another toy, and many more
besides. All of it was focused on making Missy feel as good as possible, to let
her experience some joy in the hard life of being a superhero in Brockton Bay.

And Missy, in turn, did her best for her older lover. Her tongue circled
Hannah’s clit, while her fingers slowly pumped in and out of her slit. They
were both flushed with arousal, and letting out infrequent moans. Missy rather
more so than Hannah.

After a few minutes of making both the vibrator and Missy dance, Hannah was
ready for a change. She slowed her hand to a halt, ignoring Missy’s whine of
protest. Hannah furrowed her brow, less in the effort of changing her power,
and more in deciding what exactly the change should be. Then she nodded and
smiled. There was a brief blur in her hand.

Hannah had changed her power from a vibrator wand to a small dildo. The white
device seemed like a toy in her hand, but that was what Missy could take.
Although Hannah occasionally had a bit of fun waving around something that
would make a female elephant nervous, she knew what Missy’s body could handle.
And when she could handle it. And now that Missy’s lips were parted, with dew
spilling out of them, it was time.

Hannah rested the smooth head of the toy against Missy’s entrance, rubbing it
in small circles. She felt more than heard a ‘yes’ from Missy, since her face
was still pressed against Hannah’s core.

Hannah slid the dildo in, Missy’s folds parting and then wrapping around it.
Hannah didn’t move too quickly, giving her lover time to get used to the
intruder. Missy accepted the delay, in rather bad grace. She pushed her hips
backward and waggled them from side to side, trying to tempt Hannah into
starting immediately.

Missy wanted to be treated like an adult and that, to her, meant being fucked
liked one. Hannah had tried it with her once, summoning a large, double-ended
dildo to use on both of them at the same time. Missy had clapped her hands
together in glee at the sight, and almost knocked Hannah over as she humped her
leg in anticipation.

But Missy just couldn’t handle it. Her teeth ground together, and her hands
curled up in the bedsheets, and it became obvious she was in pain. Hannah
immediately stopped and withdrew the toy. It was just too big a toy for too
small a girl.

Hannah had helped Missy recover from that, getting her ice packs and
recommending a good, discrete check-up, just in case. And after that, without
speaking about it again, Hannah used much more modestly sized toys.

And that was more than enough. The current dildo obviously felt quite good,
buried inside Missy. Hannah smiled, recognizing the usual signs as she drew the
toy in and out of her. The tightening legs, the shallow breaths, all the clues
that showed Missy was afloat on a sea of sexual pleasure.

Missy wasn’t giving as good as she got, but she was still making Hannah feel
pretty good. She was coaxing more and more arousal out of Hannah, using her
small tongue and delicate fingers as best as she could. Still, her mind was
growing hazy with lust, and she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate
on how best to please Hannah.

Hannah accepted the imbalance in pleasure gracefully. After all, one of the
reasons Missy was here was to learn, and she would accept a certain lack of
skill while Missy perfected her art. And it wasn’t as if she felt bad, anyways.
Missy did have a certain amount of skill, even if it was less than Hannah’s
decades of experience.

Hannah slowly dragged the dildo in a circle, still inside Missy’s core. Missy
groaned, feeling her body shift to accommodate the movement. There was a small
prong jutting off from the dildo, and it was rubbing against her clit. Missy
made wordless sounds of pleasure as her body was stimulated, barely remembering
to pay attention to Hannah in return.

Hannah was resting one hand on Missy’s thigh, feeling the muscles underneath
the skin tense and relax as she played with the Ward.

Missy had confessed to sometimes wishing her power could be used in the bedroom
like Hannah’s. Hannah had then helped her try to brainstorm various
applications, but none of them ended up sounding feasible or enjoyable. It was
a bit of a blow to Missy, especially since Hannah could use her superpower in
so many different contexts.

For instance, if they were in the same room, Hannah could mold her power into a
toy and insert it into Missy, and then have the young girl redress herself.
That could be very amusing, more so for Hannah than for Missy. Seeing Missy, or
sometimes Vista, sitting in her chair, trying not to squirm, trying to moan,
trying not to reveal that she had an artificial penis inside her, never failed
to bring a smile to Hannah’s face.

It was just a pity they couldn’t do it around others, where Miss Militia’s lack
of a weapon was too likely to be noticed. At least they could have fun watching
movies together and the like. Missy laughing at the jokes, before doubling
over, panting. Hannah enjoyed both sights, but her favorite was when it was
time to finish. Then she would make Missy raise her dress or unbutton her
slacks. And then she could see just how soaked Missy’s panties were, and listen
to her whimper as Hannah withdrew the toy. Such a sweet, sweet sound.

Missy could make a variety of sweet sounds, really. Her choked laughter when
Hannah tickled her, the sigh when a massage worked the knots out of her back,
and, of course, the wet sounds her flower made when Hannah slid a toy or her
fingers inside her.

The best noise of all was when Missy cried out in an orgasm Hannah had brought
her too. Hannah’s expert eye told her that was still a while away, but it
wasn’t as if playing with Missy’s body was a great hardship.

Hannah shifted her grasp from Missy’s leg to her rear. It was small enough
Hannah could easily grab both cheeks with just one hand. She did so, kneading
and massaging them. She briefly ran a fingertip over Missy’s rear entrance, but
passed on. Hannah had not yet managed to convince Missy of the intriguing
sensations of anal, and she didn’t want to try again today. For now, she was
content with merely the usual. Later on, perhaps, she could share with Missy
about the time she went out on patrol with an anal plug emblazoned with the
Protectorate logo embedded inside her.

That had been fun. Hannah had still been young enough to see doing that as
exciting rather than stupid, and had enjoyed walking around the city (her
official bike, done up in red, white and blue, was still years in the future).
Luckily, she hadn’t had to deal with anything more strenuous than autograph
hounds that night. Which had been a very good thing, as she discovered climbing
the stairs at the end of patrol. The plug made her walk funny, to the extent
that the clerk behind her had asked what was wrong.

Hannah chuckled. Oh, the follies of youth. She wondered what missteps Missy
would take, and hoped she would be there to catch her. Hopefully they would be
minor enough to just become an amusing story a few months afterwards. Hannah
had seen too many Wards leave, either in a casket or a wheelchair. She didn’t
want to lose Missy.

Hannah shook her head. She was being excessively maudlin today, especially when
she had a beautiful girl lapping at her flower. She turned back to work, doing
her best to drive Missy to orgasm. She knew how to arouse the female body in
general, and Missy exactly. Therefore, when Hannah pushed the dildo in just a
bit deeper, she knew exactly what she was doing.

And Missy responded exactly as she had expected. Missy almost jumped off of
Hannah as she felt an intense jolt of pleasure. She looked back at Hannah, eyes
wild, before Hannah did it again. Missy’s head fell between her legs, and
Hannah once again felt Missy’s breath brushing past her core.

As usual, Missy came before Hannah. After all, Hannah had decades of
experience, both giving and receiving pleasure. Missy’s body writhed on top of
Hannah’s as she sobbed out an orgasm. Hannah had an excellent view of Missy’s
pussy fluttering and clamping down on the dildo inside her. Hannah jiggled it,
just a bit, as Missy was caught up in her throes of passion. From past
experience, she knew that would make Missy’s orgasm last just a little bit
longer.

A climax was always a draining experience for Missy. But the young girl
soldiered on, trying to get Hannah to feel as good as she did. She redoubled
her efforts, plunging two fingers in and out of Hannah while her tongue lashed
Hannah’s clit. She was spurred on by Hannah’s groan of appreciation.

Soon enough, Hannah followed Missy in orgasm. Her core clamped down around
Missy’s fingers, and Missy’s tongue was covered with Hannah’s arousal. Hannah
was much more subdued in her orgasms than Missy was. A brief quiver, and
closing her eyes, and that was all. Hannah enjoyed her climax’s just as much as
Missy, of course, she was just less obvious about it.

Missy rolled off Hannah onto the bed. She scrambled around so their bodies were
orientated with each other. Hannah smiled slightly at the sight of her honey
still covering the lower section of Missy’s face. Missy wrapped her small arms
around Hannah’s neck and kissed her. Hannah kissed back, tasting her arousal on
Missy’s lips. Halfway through the kiss, Missy broke off to yawn. Hannah
laughed, and even Missy smiled, though her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

Hannah was holding Missy close as they dozed on and off. Missy’s face was
buried in Hannah’s neck, and her breath tickled the older woman. Hannah softly
stroked her hair as Missy muttered something. While Hannah rarely slept, this
was still a nice time to spend with her lover, a chance to just relax in each
other’s arms after the passion of the previous hours had been spent.

All too soon, it would have to end, and Missy would have to go back to her
home. But they still had a bit more time to spend with just themselves. Hannah
pressed a kiss against the top of Missy’s head, feeling the young girl squirm
against her. She wondered what Missy’s dream interpreted the kiss as. For that
matter, she wondered what dreams felt like period. On the infrequent occasions
she did sleep, Hannah always relieved past events. The intricate, bizarre dream
worlds fiction and other people talked about were strange to her.

Shaking off her returning maudlin thoughts, Hannah turned her attention back to
Missy. She loved the young girl, loved her courage, her wit, her skill, and
that was just as Vista. As Missy, there were just as many things to admire.

Hannah held Missy close, watching her to sleep. They wouldn’t have long
together, but that just made the time they did have together that much more
precious. Hannah was glad she didn’t have to waste a moment of it sleeping.
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