Chapter Thirteen

“It’s getting worse.” Zane muttered. “The thing inside me that fuels these changes. It’s growing in strength. Shouldn’t that worry me? Because it doesn’t.”

He’d wedged his muscular bulk into Colly’s command throne. The seat, designed for a more petite, lither frame, creaked under his weight. His girlfriend sat in his lap, his unflagging hardness nestled in her silky thigh gap, while Sarah lounged at his feet like an adoring **** girl in a Frank Frazetta painting.

The rubberized girl had returned to her original state after the wild threesome. Heightened level of control over her morphable body allowed for some outlandish bedroom play–like Zane’s desire to fuck identical super-twins.

“You’re coming into your power.” Colette explained, wriggling contentedly against him. “There’s no cause for concern. All heroes go through it. Like puberty, except yours is happening at an accelerated pace. Count your blessings, sugar. I accidentally flattened a dumpster during my first period.”

Hormonal teenagers with superpowers. There were special academies for them. The kids must have been terrors for the teaching staff.

And Zane was sure that leaking radiation like a breached nuclear reactor couldn’t be safe, but Colly said it was fine, and she only wanted what was best for him.

There was nothing to worry about.

His brow twitched when Sarah began licking his knee, giggling and humming tunelessly. He shook her off.

“Alright, what about her then?” Zane gestured towards the limp form of Dr Ruth Ruthless, billionaire menace, dangling in the air several feet away. “Surely that represents a problem.”

That… When had he started dehumanizing people? Thinking of them as obstacles or assets rather than individuals. Even deranged mental cases like Ruthless had rights, didn’t they?

The malevolent redhead hung helplessly in her disarmed bodysuit. The black matte material hugged her slender limbs and ripe contours. She was a stunning creature. The classic wicked seductress from which the stereotype was derived. A bit older, yet no less attractive. Her crimson curls were coiffed into bounteous waves, cascading in a stylish side part that exposed her swan-like neck.

“Hmmm, she does present a conundrum.” Colly mused, tapping her chin. “Ruth’s been a thorn in the LoL’s paw for years. Her humanity-centric ideology, extraordinary wealth, and superior intellect make the dear Doctor a wily foe. She ties the law in knots and confounds the courts, thus eluding justice.”

“Goddamn corpies.” Zane grumbled, cock throbbing angrily. “She demolished a building and didn’t even spend a week behind bars. How’s that fair?”

“It isn’t Zay-Zay. You and I know that. She knows that.” Colly cooed, gently caressing his mountainous shoulders. “The system is broken. But together, we can eradicate the cancer that infests our city. With your growing enhancer ability and the upgrades you’ve given us, we can change everything… starting with her.”

She canted her head towards the defeated evildoer.

Zane stared at his girlfriend, a perplexed expression on his face. Then the dark implications of her insinuations dawned on him like a solar eclipse.

“We-we can’t!” He gasped, horrified. “Babe, what you’re suggesting–”

“–is a slight moral realignment.” Colly smoothly interjected. Her dainty hands dropped to his engorged knob, tickling the tip. “Think of it as enforced rehabilitation without decades of court-ordered therapy. We’d be doing the world a favor, turning Ruth to our side. She is a super-genius after all.”

Super-genius?

That brought Zane up short. Dr Ruthless’s whole schtick was predicated on her disdain for superpowers and the heroes who wielded them. Discovering she possessed superhuman abilities was akin to finding Vicki Vegan and the PETA Patrol working part-time in an abattoir.

“That can’t be right.” He groaned as Colly’s clever fingers worked sinful magic. Her lycra-coated legs rhythmically squeezed his shaft. Pure heaven. “Her supporters would crucify her if the news ever got out.”

“It’s the gospel truth, Zay-Zay. Your enhancer power wouldn’t have affected her otherwise.” Colly moaned, languidly grinding against his turgid base. “Consider the evidence. My psionic abilities were nullified, but your… what to call it–your aura completely bypassed her safeguards. You’re like catnip for supers. Once Ruth caught a whiff, she was hooked.”

“Intriguing as that is, it doesn’t justify brainwashing her. Circumventing free will is tantamount to enslavement.”

Zane’s voice was steady, unlike his convictions, as he eyed the milk trickling down his girlfriend’s swaying chest. White droplets beaded on the stretchy fabric covering her stiff nips, before carving creamy rivulets across her considerable cleavage.

He badly wanted to dive into those hefty hooters. To suckle and feast on her lactic libations. His lurching cock spurted its approval while Sarah returned to tongue-bathing his calf.

“Brainwashing? Nothing of the sort, sugar.” Colly crooned, kissing Zane’s collarbone. Her immense tits pancaked against his solid pecs, dribbling milk. “Correction is a better term. Dr Ruthless represents a significant threat to society with a well-documented history of violent crime and destructive tendencies. She almost killed you, only to be released from police custody days later. I will not tolerate anyone capable of harming my man to go unpunished.”

Her amethyst eyes gleamed, backlit with misty pink illumination. She trained them on Zane’s face like rose-tinted spotlights. He couldn’t look away, pinned in place by her laser-focused attention.

“Jesus, babe.” Zane gasped. “You’re doing that thing again–”

Were those love hearts in her pupils?

Colly peered lovingly up at him with candy-colored peepers that projected obsessive adoration directly into his soul. The weight of her affection was crushing. All-consuming. Leaving no room for doubt.

“Do you trust me, Zay-Zay?”

He fought to break free of her influence. Zane was big, much larger than his girlfriend. Physically stronger too, thanks to her special milk. He’d visited Colly’s home gym that morning and, in the interest of tracking his unbelievable gains, easily benched seven hundred pounds, no sweat.

Now, looming over the uber-voluptuous heroine, Zane was trapped in her mesmerizing gaze, paralyzed.

“Of course I-I do.”

“Thank you, sugar. That means the world to me.” She hummed, laying sweet kisses on his jaw. The heat of her slick pussy lips bled into his raging rod. “Relationships are built on trust, and I want you to know, no matter what you decide today, I trust you implicitly.”

“Wha-what I decide?” Zane croaked, humping her divine thigh-gap. “Dr Ruthless’s fate is in my hands?”

“Unquestionably. My man’s decisions are final. How could they be otherwise?” Colly moaned, tossing her lustrous golden mane as she arched enticingly, offering her magnificent melons to his parched lips. “You are the key to our success. Our ace in the hole. My only regret is we didn’t connect sooner. Imagine the good we could have accomplished together. The innocent lives we could’ve saved. The villainous schemes we might have thwarted…”

“All the mind-blowing sex we could’ve had.” Sarah added, her head appearing over Colly’s shoulder by way of a freakishly elongated neck while her lush body remained wrapped around Zane’s leg. She glanced down at his cock protruding from the other woman’s flexing leg-lock. “Are you sucking that, sister, or can I?”

“And what if I don’t want the burden? It seems like a lot of responsibility, babe.” Zane objected weakly, valiantly ignoring the rubberized girl’s hungry stare. “Who the hell am I to make the hard choices?”

“You’re a hero, Zay-Zay. My hero.” Colly insisted, unclasping the bodice of her costume, spilling out her awe-inspiring tits. A spritz of milk lathered his chin. “I understand your reticence. Being a hero means making tough calls and living with the consequences. Often, there isn’t a right option, only a less wrong one.”

Her high-beam eyes augered into Zane as her mouth-watering cream streamed down his chest. Internally, he dithered. Seesawing like a car wreck hanging off the side of a bridge. For someone so small, her presence felt as implacable as a mountain.

Zane wanted to appease his lover, she only wanted the best for him, but the guilt and culpability that could result from a simple mistake in a fraught situation…

“I get you two are having a moment,” Sarah said, snaking her face closer to his jutting manpole, “but I’m not hearing a hard ‘no’ to the cock sucking.”

Zane was stretched thin between two diametrically opposed positions.

Part of him–the old him–was horrified by the concept of so much authority and control resting in a single entity's hands, even if those hands were his own. There had to be checks and balances, safeguards against the tyranny of would-be autocrats.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

The rest of Zane–the parts that were savoring the carnal ministrations of two super hotties, parts that were bigger, stronger, harder than ever, parts that could demolish the sniveling weakling he’d once been with a goddamn pinky finger–listened attentively.

“How do you do it?” Zane blurted, curiosity piqued. “How do you shoulder the blame if things go bad?”

“Oh, sugar. Things go bad more often than you think.” Colly lovingly cupped his rugged cheeks, broadcasting sympathy. “Villains don’t fight fair, and they’re rarely stupid. They scope the angles, load the dice, and stack the deck. Look at Dr Ruthless over there. She’s a prime example. So monumentally rich and canny, she literally gets away with ****.”

He did look, viewing the crimson-haired femme fatale from a fresh perspective. Suddenly, she was the embodiment of injustice. The avatar of inequity. Everything Zane hated about hierarchical privilege.

“Heroes are always playing defence, always stuck on the back foot. But you can change that. With your special power, we finally have the opportunity to return the favor.” Colly breathed against his lips. Pink fire flared in her enthralling gaze. “You’ve got the makings of a fine hero, sugar. Seize destiny and summon your courage. Be bold. Be daring."

Her words landed like an atom bomb in Zane’s soul at the exact moment Sarah distended her lips into a puffy nozzle, suctioning onto his corpulent crown.

“AAAUURGH!!”

A turbulent storm of sensation scrambled Zane’s very sense of being. He hovered outside himself, ripped from the material plane into somewhere more spiritual, more conceptual. Devoid of emotion or attachment, he observed a blinding yellow corona explode out of his physical shell, spreading throughout the command nexus in a slow-motion shockwave.

It was born from his core, which shone within his chest, an incandescent star beating like a second heart. Out-of-body Zane could see the energy in his noncorporeal state.

Colly and Sarah brimmed with it too. Fully charged from regular infusions. The saffron hue traced their circulatory systems, stemming throughout their hyper-feminine figures. The majority of Colly’s flowed towards her preternatural brain, while Sarah’s infused her muscles, bones, and sinews as she sucked ever more out of his dauntless dick.

Turning to Dr Ruthless, Zane could see a glimmer nestled in her skull like a lost diamond ring catching the sun on a sandy beach. A latent potential that begged to be unleashed. A spark which, if fanned, could ignite an inferno of inhuman ingenuity.

Be bold…

Half measures had fallen short regarding the red-headed villainess. Her inheritance and nascent power had gifted her further affluence and influence, elevating her above the common rabble, out of reach of the law. Rather than bettering society, she’d made a lethal nuisance of herself.

Be Daring...

But what if (with a minor attitude adjustment, just the slightest tweak) that insidiously brilliant mind could be turned to helping her fellow man instead? Redirecting the time and money she spent opposing the Ladies of Liberty and impeding justice could benefit her fellow man immeasurably.

And if her genius brain was level up? Boosted by Zane’s enhancing mojo? The altruistic possibilities were limitless.

There was nothing to worry about.

He’d have to fuck her, of course, but after surveying that magnificently sculpted bod–a showstopping masterpiece of slender lines and sumptuous curves coupled with her refined, mature beauty–Zane could stomach the sacrifice.

For the greater good… obviously.

Zane slammed back into his body, gasping when time and reality reasserted their hold. Colly’s pillowy tits were in his mouth, spraying milk. Her succulent thighs gripping his base, while Sarah’s snake-like throat constricted around his turgid tip.

They moaned and mewled, randier than a pack of stoats hopped-up on amphetamines. The unremitting pulses of Zane’s alien energy had driven them wild.

Sarah’s rubberized torso was folded like a taco shell around Zane’s leg, her inflated tits bumping his knee as she slid up and down his calf. The sensation was… moist and the pitch of her gurgling sounded decidedly excited as she gobbled him whole.

Dismissing that peculiarity, he swallowed Colly’s galvanizing cream, then pushed her away to check on Dr Ruthless.

“Zay-Zay, what’s wrong?”

The malevolent MILF stared back from beneath luxurious lashes, her emerald eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Promising retribution, even as she sweated like the Abominable Snow Bros in July.

That winter-themed crime duo didn’t cope well in Liberty City’s muggy summer months. Resorting to holding up ice hockey rinks and whacking people with snowboards while calling them ‘hosers.’

Canadians, eh?

Somehow, Zane could still sense that spark in Ruth and smelled her arousal. She was ripe fruit for the plucking; he only needed to be bold.

“Okay, babe–uh, Kinecta. Do it.” Zane grabbed his hovering girlfriend by the pussy, making her squeal. “Correct the good Doctor's wrongheadedness and turn her to the side of justice. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Y-yes, sugar… oh yes!” The bodacious blonde quivered deliciously on his fingers. “Anything you say. Y-you won’t regret this, promise!”

Zane was sure Colly was right.

She only wanted what was best for him.

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