"Chores"

She’s trying to hide from you again. It’s useless, of course. You can see her just fine even though she’s invisible, and you pin her up against the wall, kissing her deeply. She moans into your mouth as your hands run down her body, squeezing her firm ass. Each second marks an additional degree of hardening for your cock, now firmly pressed against her pussy.

You can feel her slick juices through the fabric of her suit. She wants you, badly. You hungrily tear off her suit, ripping in half and revealing that body you dreamed of so many times during those experiments in the facility. You grab a handful of her breasts, working over the stiff nipples with your tongue, drawing out gasps that turn you on further. Her hand reaches out, tugging at your cock.

With a wave of your hand, your clothes come flying off. She grasps your cock, marveling at its length, rubbing it hard. Suddenly, it seems as though an invisible ****-field surrounds it, enveloping your cock.

“So you can feel me. A condom won’t do, would it,” the Invisible Woman explains.

You smile, she knows you too well. With one clean motion, you thrust into her, pushing her against the wall with your rough maneuver. Her body pushes against you as you savor the moment and sensation, knowing that you’ll be able to experience this with few else if you want to live afterwards.

She’s tight, hot and tight, and you slam into her hard. She screams, and you thrust once more. Again, and again, you ravage her hot body, hands holding her up against the wall, the reverberations rippling across the metallic surface. You’re sure it would destroy the room, if not for the Invisible Woman trying to hold it together with powers. You can tell from the way she’s clenching her pussy so hard against you that she’s barely managing, and you go harder, harder. You know that with your strength, she could rip apart at a moment, but it’s so much pleasure that you have to go faster.

The pounding goes on, your stamina almost reaching its tipping point.

“Cum in me,” she breathily whispers into your ear, her voice arching like her body, as she climaxes. “Tell me when you’re going to do it.”

You keep going, knowing that you’ll reach your release soon.

“Now,” you say, releasing a torrent of your seed.

You feel your semen trapped in the barrier for a moment, and you continue to pump in and out of her, as her forcefield abruptly fades away. Horror flashes through your mind as your realize the implications of trusting her, and you pull out and sprint out, locking the door quickly behind you. Fuck. You can feel her slamming against the door, trying desperately to break out. She outwitted you just now, and you could have died if she reacted faster.

You think through what you did, wondering what your next step should be. What is it?