Chapter Four

“Sorry, Sugar.” Colette whimpered, hugging him to her bountiful bosom. “Still getting a handle on the new ability you granted me. Don’t know why, but my tits are full to bursting. It drives me crazy when you suckle them.”

She was brilliantly naked, underwear gone, her pristine cunt squeezed and massaged Zane’s enormous fuckstaff. She slowly rode him like a bucking bronco. Hips swiveling, tits jostling, tucking in her smooth tummy to grind him against her sweet spot.

“Gosh, you're huge. Nearly too big. If I weren't a super, you'd probably break my poor pussy.” She groaned, kissing Zane’s brow as he nursed on a milky teet. “I can feel you stirring my insides so good. Feeding on my breasts while reshaping me on your massive dick.”

They moved together in a carnal dance. Colette gasping a symphony of erotic sounds. Zane glutting himself on her delectable lactate. Every swallow was rich and energizing. His appetite for more became voracious–more milk and more of the walking wet dream straddling his crotch.

She cooed when he clawed at her bubble butt, spreading firm cheeks for easier access.

She chirped in delight as he grew bolder, raking teeth over her raspberry nips before slurping again.

She moaned gutturally when he started to thrust up into her clingy cunt, finding the strength to bounce that mouth-watering figure on his manly pole.

What’s best for him?

The words echoed in his cranium.

Well, fucking one of the most captivating ultra-hotties who ever lived probably counted. Railing a mega-star who reportedly got paid millions in endorsement deals and headed New Avalon’s premier team of sexier-than-sin heroines was certainly up there. Making the Kinetica yelp and squeal while he hammered that prissy snatch hard enough to bruise surely qualified as ‘best,’ right?”

Zane’s muscles flexed and bulged. The revitalizing milk sloshed in a belly that shrunk from a forming gut to something tougher with suggestions of definition. His limbs swelled–not a lot–but his biceps, triceps, quads, and calves grew marginally thicker. More pronounced. Slick with perspiration, he drove to his feet, lifting the blonde goddess, who shrieked in excitement.

“Yes, Zay-Zay, YES!! Do it… Hyaa~! Ruin me forever!” Kinetica howled, wrapping mile-long legs around Zane’s broadening midsection. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as she mashed their lips together in a fiery, tongue-fueled kiss. ”Hmmmm…”

The taste of cardamom and brown sugar pervaded his mouth. Saccharine yet fragrant—assuredly, the ‘best’ flavors. Like chai tea, his favorite morning beverage.

He pounded his superhero girlfriend mercilessly. Relishing the sensation of her ecstatic pussy welcoming him in with each upstroke, only to clench when he pulled back as though scared she might lose him. Creamy lactate spilled down their humping bodies, white rivulets splashing when they crashed together.

Humidity fogged the windows of the poorly ventilated apartment, her maddening musk blanketed everything.

Zane seized Kinetica’s neck, forcing her backward. Plowing her stellar body at a forty-five-degree angle. Needing to hear it, needing to know…

“Am I the best, babe?” He snarled, pumping her along his pulsating prong like an inflatable fuckdoll. “Tell me I’m the best. Say it. Say it!”

“You’re the best, Sugar!” Kinetica wailed, clamping tight as a vise around him. Girly nectar splattered everywhere. “The bestest fucking ever!”

“Nnnnuurgggh!”

The confirmation was a lightning bolt striking Zane’s center. He slammed her to his base and erupted. Delivering a tsunami of roiling baby-batter directly into her womb. It washed out of him in bone-shaking waves, sapping more of his strange yellow energy. Soon, Kinetica’s cum-stuffed belly glowed from within as if she’d ingested a spotlight.

The radiance quickly spread until her entire body shone in Zane’s arms. It was happening again, he could feel it. Heat poured off the blonde super as she transformed on his spunk-spouting immensity.

Her spasming pussy shrank into a strangulating cock-sheath around him, and her tits surged, spraying precious lactate across them both. She grew taller, torso and waistline slimming as her already plush curves expanded further like a timelapse of ripening fruit. Shoulder-length hair extended–increasingly glossy and voluminous–down to the middle of her spine in a gold mane tinted red that swung like a cape above thickening asscheeks custom-built for clapping.

“Ooo-oo-ooh, Sugar.” Kinetica’s voice hitched after the glow and their climaxes subsided. She curled into a ball of contrasting firmness and softness, snuggling in Zane’s embrace. His unflagging rigidity remained lodged in her clutching depths. “That’s a very potent ability you’re packing. No wonder you kept it under wraps.”

“Sure. Under wraps.” He agreed, mind swamped in a post-coital daze. “What you said.”

“Do you think…” Her gorgeous face lifted to beam adoration at him. “Would it be okay to let a few others in on the secret?”

Zane frowned, it sounded like a risky proposition. He wasn’t an actual super. Certainly not an enhancer, whatever that meant. But part of him yearned to concede to the irresistible creature in his arms and damn the consequences.

She only wanted what was best for him.

Kinetica caught his hesitation, her expression growing concerned.

“Not just anyone, Zay-Zay. People we can trust. Friends who will use your special gift in the pursuit of justice!” She implored, peppering kisses along his neck and jaw. Her tenacious twat squeezed him. “You could make a real difference for the residents of this city and the rest of the world. Imagine how much we could accomplish with the power of… Mm-hmmm~... your incredible cock!”

Fuck, she was out-of-this-world levels of sexy and snug as a glove around Zane’s unyielding hardness. They were coated in sweat and milk, yet she couldn’t get enough of him. Being the sole focus of such a woman’s carnal desires did things to the male ego.

She was already working herself up to another soul-shattering orgasm, he observed. The fluttering of her lashes and ragged breathing as she rocked and contracted on him with micro-movements of her perfectly rounded hips.

And ultimately, Kinetica was part of Colette or vice versa. It didn’t matter, his girlfriend was still in there. This was simply the wilder, more free-spirited side she’d suppressed for the sake of laying low.

It had to be given how impassioned she was behaving and what she was suggesting…

Enhancing other supers. Presumably, through banging whichever powered females Kinetica deemed trustworthy.

Zane could think of at least three top-tier beauties she worked alongside. She gasped when his cock lurched inside her.

“I’ll give the idea careful consideration.” He said, spanking her juicy rump. “Good people? The best people?”

That seemed of utmost importance.

“Nothing but, Sugar.” She purred, wriggling eagerly. “Only for you, I swear.”

Zane was done accepting last place in life. If he’d somehow unlocked an exceptional rare ability, it would be steak, lobster, and caviar from here on out.

Luxury cars. Penthouse accommodations. The finest wines. Even finer women. World-class eye candy decorating his arm and bed. Primo pussy begging to be bent over and remade on his empowering prick.

Speaking of beds, his dinky old twin mattress wouldn’t cut it anymore. The squeaky box springs played a discordant tune while he slept, and the previous owner had left stains that the meanest detective wouldn’t inspect too closely.

“What about money?” Sponsored heroes made bank. Zane craved a slice of that pie. His dick wasn’t a charity. He’d make out like a rock star, get his show on, get paid.

“You won’t need it. I’ve got plenty. Millions in corporate contracts, treasury bonds, and short-term investments.” Kinetica whimpered, gnawing her bottom lip. “Then there’s my extensive stock and real estate portfolio…”

“Real estate?” Damn, she’d been holding out on him. Zane spanked her again. “What real estate?”

The punishment coaxed a slutty moan from the writhing superwoman, causing her cunt to convulse. He repeated the action, reveling in her visceral response.

“High-end properties across the city. Plus business fronts, parking garages, and my squad's secret headquarters. Hnnnh~! Please, please, please, Sugar. Suck me again. You like my big fat titties, don’t you? I want to cum while you feast on them.”

She sounded ****, her movements driven by burning lust. Pleading him with her drooling lips and snatch. There was a touch of insecurity in her expression when he didn’t immediately comply. Zane liked that. Liked the way she clung tighter to him, babbling incoherent promises.

“It’s yours if you want it, Zay-Zay. Take the money. Yaaah~... You’re far more important. We can get more if that’s not enough. I’ll sign everything over to you. Just share this wondrous gift for the betterment of humanity and fuck me!”

He felt powerful. Reducing this legendary avatar of feminine might to a sobbing, needy wreck was intoxicating. His balls throbbed like a bassline when Kinetica smooshed her porn-worthy knockers together under his chin.

“Alright, Colly.” Zane growled, nipping a nipple. “Since you asked so nicely.”

She squealed when he shoved her back against the wall. Sucking and pounding away at that immaculate, superheroine body. Wondering what effect another serving of his glowstick dick would have and getting buzzed on her invigorating milk.

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