Rina StarLai: Issue 002

Hi guys! This is the second part of many to my very own non-comic comic book lol. Please read the first part if you haven't already. Things are about to "heat up" a lot in the future but I want to build into it. I have a lot of kinky fun planned so please stay patient.

Once again...!!! SLOW BURN!!!

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3. RINA:

Rin walked out of his room, slipping quietly down the hallway. His heart thudded in his chest as he searched for his keys, hoping to make it out unnoticed. He barely made it past the kitchen when his father's voice stopped him cold.

"Rin, are you leaving again? Where do you need to be?"

The usual weight in his father's tone made Rin's throat tighten. He glanced over his shoulder. His dad was at the table, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked on him. The same eyes that always seemed disappointed when Rin didn't sign up for baseball, when he turned down a self-defense class, or when he avoided every chance to bond over football.

"Just going out," Rin shot back, forcing his voice steady.

He was halfway to the door when he heard the scrape of a chair. His father stood. The sound froze Rin in place. His heartbeat quickened, his fingers twitching slightly around his keys. He braced himself as his father walked toward him, his broad frame and stern expression shrinking the space between them.

Face to face, Rin's breath caught.

And then... his father smiled.

"My boy, you've finally done it," his dad beamed.

Rin blinked. "Huh?"

"There's a girl, isn't there?" His dad's grin widened.

For a moment, Rin's breath hitched. Then he swallowed hard.

"I meaaaan... kinda," he muttered. Technically, he wasn't lying.

His father laughed heartily, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Ahaha, you had me worried for a bit. I didn't know if you were ever going to get with a girl. Now look at you."

Rin's stomach twisted. He didn't know if the warmth in his father's voice made it better or worse.

"Stop teasing him," his mom called from the sink, her voice light and playful. "I bet she's very beautiful."

His father gave his shoulder one last, firm squeeze.

"I'm proud of you, boy. Don't mess it up."

Rin's throat burned. He was glad to hear those words, but the irony of it all made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. Ultimately, he took the encouraging words, forced a tight-lipped smile, and slipped out the door.

He turned up to the entrance of the temple and quickly made his way inside, wasting no time to travel downstairs. He went into the dusty room and kissed the wall - and just like that, bright lights surrounded the area. The moment his lips touched, the room shuddered. Rin staggered backward as the walls around him seemed to melt. The grey stone shimmered and softened, becoming velvety red, trimmed with gold accents. The ceiling stretched upward, expanding the tiny basement into the vast lair he had discovered prior.

The jade doorframe materialized before him once more, glowing faintly with that ethereal green light. The archway pulsed, like it was breathing. He exhaled shakily, barely able to believe it. It was real. It was still here. Without wasting another second, he stepped through the doorway.

There it was.

The amulet - floating and gleaming on the pedestal, not on the ground where he left it. It was as if he was never there before. Mimicking his first encounter, he went for the gem - it's light pulsing with his heartbeat - burning brighter and brighter as he got closer. His hands were trembling. His legs suddenly felt heavy and unsteady. He didn't realize how badly he had wanted this until he was standing in front of it again.

"I'm really doing this..."

He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the surface of the stone. The moment they made contact, a faint spark of heat crackled between his skin and the gemstone. The warmth rushed up his arm and bloomed through his chest like wildfire.

Without thinking, without hesitating, he gripped the amulet.

The chamber exploded with light.

A surge of power flooded through his body, raw and untamed. Fire ignited in his veins, coursing through him with unrelenting heat. His muscles tightened, his skin flushed with warmth. He threw his head back as the flames engulfed him, his breath catching in his throat.

And then... darkness.

He opened his eyes and felt as though he was born again. Looking down at himself to analyze, he noticed his gorgeous nails and slimmed waist, he was "her" again.

Rin looked at his palm and focused. He could feel it. The heat inside of him was rushing to his hands until it condensed and lit into a powerful flame. He remembered back to his first encounter with the flames, realizing that he left no burn marks when he was using his abilities. Determined, he threw the fire at the wall next to him - and when the smoke cleared... he saw a clean wall.

Rin giggled to himself in amusement and pride. It was a feminine giggle - and he liked that.

*MOST IMPRESSIVE, MASTER*

He stopped cold in his heels and felt his heart drop to his ass.

"hellooo...?"

*HELLO MASTER, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO REPEAT MY COMPLIMENT?*

"uhhhh... where-and WHO are you exactly?"

*I'M YOUR A. S. S. - ASSISTANT SERVICE SYSTEM - MASTER*

"Well I'm not gonna call you ass, sooooo how about Sis? Like, sister? y'know."

*VERY WELL MASTER. I AM SIS*

"Please stop calling me master..."

*OF COURSE... HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE ADDRESSED?*

Rin almost said his name... but he thought to himself. How WOULD he like to be addressed? If he's going to do this superhero thing - he would need a name.

He thought of cute things that match his powers - Blaze, Fierce, Sun. He even thought back to his grandma and Laia, but nothing seemed right. Thinking hard about everything he knows to this point - he's everything he never had - to be seen, noticed... he was a star. SHE was a star, something- someONE that he could never be. But now she was real. Rina.

"My name is Rina StarLai."

"Nice to meet you Sis"

*WONDERFUL, MISS RINA. NOW, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO REPEAT MY COMPLIMENT?*

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Rina looked around at what would be her new base of operations. She never had the chance to explore the six spreading hallways and maybe now would be a good time for that.

HALL 1: THE TRAINING ROOM

The room appeared to be some sort of training area. A big empty space with dummies and drones. There was a control panel which presumably put her into holographic training scenarios.

HALL 2: THE MED ROOM

A steaming indoor hot spring - incense and crystals, this place was made for meditation and healing. A quiet and soothing hum of energy sits in the room constantly.

HALL 3: THE GLAM ROOM

Rina's jaw dropped to the floor as she witnessed the dreamiest Barbie closet she could ever dream up. Huge mirrors, makeup sets that didn't even exist, and various alternative outfits for both superhero and casual wear... (could she be Rina casually?)

HALL 4: THE FORGE ROOM

The gritty tools and tech reside in this room. All types of gadgets and gizmos that she was too afraid to touch. Who even made all of this stuff? The tools seemed to be everyday women's utility as a disguise for a weapon of some sort.

HALL 5: THE LIVING ROOM

Rina could ACTUALLY live here. There's a normal yet glamourous ass bedroom chilling in this ancient magical temple lair. A huge floating bed, bathroom, and mini kitchen gives her the necessary tools to stay.

HALL 6: THE TRANSPORT ROOM

A glowing doorframe stood in the back end of this empty space. There were images on the side that would change. It was currently showing home - which Rina had been thinking about subconsciously. She imagined the bar the Laia works at... and the image changed to it.

"I guess I can live my dreams of traveling the world" She humored herself.

She made her way back to the control center - the main room she enters - and took it all in.

She was ready to start this journey... and a crazy one it will be.

4. STARLAI:

Rina's enjoyment of the moment was cut short - a familiar, creeping feeling returned. The ache. Prepared, she concentrated the inner heat into her hands and threw it. The ache subsided, and after a short-lived triumph, it returned in a few minutes.

"I can't just keep throwing these fireballs every five minutes" She complained to herself.

The itching was getting stronger and she went back to the fetal position that once relieved her.

*ARE YOU ALRIGHT MISS RINA?*

"Sis, please help me." Rina wanted this feeling gone.

*OF COURSE MADAME*

A glass case shot up from under the ground in front of Rina. It was full of toys. Sex toys. Big, medium, long, thick, small, straight, curved - any type of dildo was there.

"no... nono sis I can't use these." she pleaded.

*CORRECT. MY APOLOGIES*

A bottle of lube was sent into the showcase.

Rina sighed in defeat. She examined the options in front of her - all appealing - she didn't know what she wanted to try... until an idea struck in her tired brain.

"Sis, can I get a specific dildo?"

*I HAVE YOUR MEMORIES MISS RINA. I CAN HELP YOU*

In front of her - the dildo from her room appeared.

THIS is what she wanted. 9 inches of heavy glory sat in front of her... and she needed some glory.

Rina grabbed the lube and squirted it all over the raging member, she stabbed the suction cup into the ground and leveled her once injured - but still virgin - hole above it, only a string of fabric separating the contact. She pulled the fabric from between her cheeks and moved it to the side, lowering her butt until she felt the tip knock on her door.

Rina closed her eyes.

And pushed.

And pushed.

And pushed.

Until there was nothing to push.

In a mixture of feeling like an instant and an eternity - Rina had 9 inches of rubber inside of her. "oooohhhh myghawd" this thing is so heavy... and she was so FULL.

Balancing her heels below her, she attempted to move her butt up the thick pole, her tight walls suffocating the intruder, pulling her insides wherever she moved.

She sat back down and hit the base, the movement rubbing against her prostate. THIS was the ache, this is her - here right now - itching the itch. Finding the spot.

She gyrated her hips, grinding on the dildo and relieving her inner feeling.

At this point she was riding the damn thing. Slamming her cheeks on the ground and back up - beating her spot.

The passion was unreal. Her hands ran across her flat chest and up her neck to then grip her long black hair. Her flames of breath escaping her plump lips as the ground continued to fuck her. She could feel it.

All of the heat - the fire in her body - was collecting into one area inside of her. The flames travelling through her veins into the magic spot. Each rub. Each pound. Something was coming and she had no idea what.. but she needed it.

Bouncing and bouncing, the moment.

"I'M... nnnnNNNGGGHH-" Pulses and pulses of passion ejected from her prostate.

The euphoria was unlike anything she had experienced before - in fact, she didn't touch her dick at all. It was like she orgasmed from nothing but her ass, and it was POWERFUL. There was no shame. No low from the high. Just pure bliss.

The amulet was out of her body now, but unlike before, she was still Rina.

"Sis, what's going on? Why does this happen to me?"

*MADAME, IT SEEMS THE AMULET IS TRYING TO ADJUST IT'S POWER SOURCE TO YOUR BODY. THE GEM CONNECTS ITSLEF TO YOUR SEXUAL ORGAN TO KEEP ITSELF SAFE. IN OTHER WORDS... IT'S LOOKING FOR YOUR VAGINA*

"But I don't HAVE a vagina"

*CORRECT, MISS RINA. THE AMULET THINKS YOUR PROSTATE IS YOUR SEXUAL ORGAN*

"So I need to use the source of power constantly... or... reset it by putting things in my butt?"

*THAT IS ASSUMED TO BE CORRECT, MADAME*

"Sis, I can't be a superhero if I have to fuck myself all the time."

"Is there anything I can do?"

*GIVE ME SOME TIME, MISS STARLAI. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO AS YOU PLEASE FOR NOW. I WILL GIVE YOU A CALL.*

"WAIT. How do I go back?"

"To the one... before."

*FOCUS MISS RINA. PUT OUT YOUR OWN FLAME, IT IS YOURS TO REIGNITE*

Rina furrowed her brow. Her body still glowed faintly, her skin warm with lingering magic. She stared at her hand and flexed her fingers, summoning a small flame in her palm. It flickered softly, dancing with life, but it felt different now - subdued. Almost tame.

She clenched her fist, extinguishing the flame with a single thought. The fire snuffed out.

Nothing happened.

Her stomach tightened. She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes, trying to center herself. She could still feel the embers lingering beneath her skin, the traces of power thrumming faintly in her veins.

"You have to let go..."

She knelt down slowly, pressing her hands to the floor. She inhaled deeply. Steadily. Then, she exhaled... and imagined the fire flowing out of her with the breath. She visualized it fading with each release, allowing it to seep away like the last traces of a candle's glow.

The heat in her veins cooled. Her body trembled faintly as she surrendered the flame. She exhaled again. The fire dimmed.

The boy was back.

"sis, I'm leaving."

*SAFE TRAVELS TO YOU, MADAME RINA*

Even though she wasn't real, Rin could feel the emphasis on 'Madame Rina'. Almost as if Sis was trying to make him feel better.

He looked around his base of operations, wondering when- or how- he was going to have his first real test of superheroism. Until then... he went back home.

Rin crept through the front door like a ninja, moving slow and light-footed over the familiar hardwood floor. He could already see the faint glow of his bedroom door ahead, just a few more steps--

*Click.*

The living room light snapped on.

Rin flinched like he'd been shot.

His mom stood by the lamp, arms crossed in a robe. His dad leaned against the wall in sweatpants and a muscle tee, casually spooning cereal from a half-empty bowl like this was prime-time entertainment.

"There he is," his dad said, raising a brow. "Our little Casanova."

Rin groaned. "Seriously?"

"You're out late," his mom added, inspecting him from head to toe. "Where were you? And why do you smell like... smoke?"

"I... walked by a fire pit," Rin muttered, already sliding out of his shoes like it would defuse the situation.

His mom squinted. "Your shirt is sparkly."

"It's ash. From the fire." He tugged at the fabric and cursed the faint shimmer that glittered under the hallway light.

His dad grinned. "So. There's a girl, huh?"

Rin froze. "What?"

Rin fumbled for words. "I- it's complicated!"

"Ooooh," his mom said, leaning forward with interest. "Mysterious. Forbidden love? Older woman? Is she from school?"

"Maybe someone from your little cosplay site," his dad teased. "What do they call those... e-girls?"

"I'M GOING TO BED," Rin announced, practically bolting for the stairs.

"Use protection!" his mom shouted cheerfully after him.

"NOTHING IS HAPPENING," he shouted back.

He slammed his door, locked it, and collapsed against it with a full-body sigh. He was still catching his breath when the silence settled in, wrapping around him like a blanket.

No flame. No glow. Just him.

Just Rin.

He drifted toward the mirror, heart still pounding from the secondhand embarrassment. He looked at his reflection, then carefully straightened up--shoulders back, chin up, lashes lowered like he had eyeliner on.

He placed a hand on his hip, turned slightly, and gave the mirror his best smolder.

It looked... dumb.

Still, he tried again. This time a hair flip--except his hair was short and stubborn and flopped halfway across his forehead like a dying fish.

He groaned and threw himself on the bed. "I'm literally not even hot in my own body."

But his smile crept in anyway.

He curled up under the covers and grabbed his laptop off the nightstand, opening up a livestream of The Unity. The team was in the middle of some wild showdown against a villain with mind-bending powers. Glowing swords. Ice walls. Psychic explosions.

It looked so far away. So impossible.

But tonight... it didn't feel as impossible.

He minimized the video and opened a blank document. For a moment, he stared at the cursor blinking at the top of the page.

Then he typed:

"Rina StarLai"

He sat back and stared at the name. His name. Her name.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt like someone real.

A soft smile curled on his lips.

"I don't know how yet..." he whispered, "but I'm going to be a hero."

And this time... he meant it.