Chapter Twenty

“I should’ve guessed.” He growled, withdrawing from the insensate beastkin. His monster cock–still impossibly huge and rigid–pulsed with renewed yellow light, hypnotic in its rhythm. “You LoL girls always crawl out of the woodwork at the worst times. Would almost be awkward… if you weren’t all so damn gorgeous. The best, no question. And I deserve the very best.”

Silvejia wanted to scoff at his ham-fisted braggadocio, ignoring the rest of his egotistical ramblings, but that flashing fuckstaff consumed her attention. Every eruption of power tugged at her nerves, softening the steel in her spine into pliant clay.

“Yet you sully yourself with gutter trash.” She huffed, arching her back and flipping her hair, playing up her feigned contempt. Letting him bask in her inhuman beauty. “Rutting in a filthy place like this.”

Mouth watering and pussy gushing, her so-called disdain fractured into something else. She tried to spear him with a disdainful glare, lips poised to curl in derision—but the mask betrayed her, parting instead in a faint, traitorous simper.

“Saving the misguided from a life of crime, showing them the error of their ways… that can happen anywhere.” His voice was maddeningly calm, like a lecture given mid-sin. “I reckon she’s already on the path to becoming an upright citizen of New Avalon. There’s nothing to worry about now that I’ve enhanced her.”

He loomed, eclipsing her usual height advantage and blotting out her carefully cultivated air of superiority. Six feet of alien majesty propped up by three-inch pumps—yet she still felt looked down upon.

Silvejia couldn’t help stealing a peek at his pendulous prick swaying side to side like a meaty metronome, tracking its mesmerizing movements. Couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her chest forward, presenting her perfect handfuls, her magenta nipples boring through the thin barrier of her bra. Couldn’t help the electric thrill that ground itself in her budding clit.

His furnace-like aura. His insidious energy. That primal, heady musk that screamed male. His body was obscene in its magnificence. She’d admired strongmen before, plenty of them, but none had ever possessed such raw, demonstrative masculinity.

And none had dared stand this close, crowding her senses, crushing her pride with sheer presence.

“I–I…” She struggled to muster a coherent sentence. He was standing too close. His magical cock drizzled empowering seed onto her Jimmy Choo heels. She fought the urge to kneel and lick them clean.

“I suppose,” Silvejia managed, clinging to the tatters of dignity. “Your methods—though unorthodox—have their merits. I shall overlook this indiscretion.” She lifted her chin. “Be grateful for my benevolence.”

“Oh, I can practically smell your benevolence, princess.” Just Brick chuckled then stepped back. “But I have to get going. Got important business elsewhere and can’t afford to get distracted. Keep fighting the good fight.” He winked and shot her a pair of finger guns. “Smell ya later.”

What?

WHAT?!

She gawked, incredulous as the hunky giant turned and loped towards the alley entrance, heedless of his half-naked state. He’d nearly reached the dumpster when she zipped across his path, skidding to a halt in a halo of flying litter. One hand pressed to his broad chest, barring his exit.

“You can’t just leave!” Silvejia snarled. “Not now. Not after everything that has happened!”

Her fingers snaked down his washboard abs to seize the strobing tool which had monopolized her focus. Slick with luminous lubrication and heavy, he throbbed in her grasp. She gripped it inexpertly, shuddering as the glowing juices soaked into her lilac skin.

“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart?” His brow arched, curious, but he didn’t move to stop her.

Refusing to play second fiddle to a fox-eared floozy, she thought savagely.

“Investigating an anomaly,” she said instead. “You are… unique, Mr. Brick. The energy you emanate is unlike any enhancer I’ve encountered. Unusually… stimulating.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He winced as she tightened her grasp. “Hey, easy there. That’s my dick, not an eel you’re strangling.”

Her cheeks burned violet. For all her knowledge of male biology—gleaned from diagrams and the occasional furtive viewing of human pornography—her lack of experience was humiliatingly obvious.

A shortcoming the Xeno speedster sorely regretted as her body ached to feel more of the big stud. More of his hard physique and exhilarating energy. She wanted to lick those sculpted pecks, to bite those wide shoulders.

“I’m Silver Streak, Royalty from the Pleiades cluster. A member of the League of Liberty. You should be thankful these noble hands are deigning to touch… this disgusting thing.” She snapped at him, attempting to hide the quaver in her imperious tone. “Exercise your humility and show some gratitude. I’ve never touched a… a male appendage before.”

“That’s self-evident.”

The jab landed square in Silvejia’s pride, bruising her vanity. A rush of anger only served to fuel her arousal, spiking the purple-haired heroine’s combative nature. The unspoken challenge needled her as surely as a thrown gauntlet–and if she’d been wearing her own, she would’ve socked him in that stupidly attractive jaw.

Instead, Silvejia tried to recall how the whores behaved in those videos online. Depraved, certainly. Perverse didn’t begin to describe it. The way they’d groaned, slurped, and demeaned themselves in ways she’d once found nauseating.

Pussy clenching, slender thighs churning, her hands started to move, appearing small in contrast to his intimidating enormity, but she refused to concede defeat.

Silver Streak wouldn’t–no, couldn’t fail. Not at an act so crude. So sinfully simple.

Her dainty digits stroked back and forth, gathering up Just Brick’s shimmering spunk, valiantly resisting the impulse to bend down and taste it. His scent was everywhere, wrapped around her. Sticking to her skin, making her giddy as she dragged in deep lungfuls of him.

Silvejia suppressed an indecorous gasp as more glowing jizz sank into her sliding fingers. A buzzing sensation built in her center, growing more insistent and demanding the longer she remained in his potent proximity.

“You spoke of exercising humility.” He commented, sounding entirely too casual, as though a top-tier super hottie wasn’t jacking him off in a garbage-strewn alley. “I did that for most of my life. Didn’t get me anywhere. Then someone special gave me good advice.” He looked down at her, eyes glinting with something both tender yet dangerous. “Be bold. Be daring. Changed everything.”

Just Brick’s brow furrowed in concentration—then a burst of yellow energy exploded out from him, striking Silvejia point-blank. The shockwave nearly knocked her off her feet. She stifled a moan, clutching his steely cock like a lifeline, the radiant shaft the undeniable source of the discharge.

By the stars!

“Then what are you waiting for?” she demanded, voice cracking with both fury and need. Her hands worked faster, angrier, pumping him in a frantic rhythm. “You didn’t deliberate this long with the flea-bitten tramp. Don’t tell me you think she’s better than me.”

Their eyes flicked to the fox-girl, still passed out on the ground. Her inflated belly and chest rose and fell as she dozed.

“She’s cute,” he shrugged. “And she asked nicely. Very polite.”

“You mean she begged like a whore.” Silvejia spat, knees buckling as a fresh spurt of gleaming seed splattered her thighs. The glowing mess soaked into her lilac skin, sending jolts of pure pleasure straight to her core. “Is that what you want? Groveling? Forget it. Silver Streak bows to no one. Now quit stalling—fuck me already!”

The hulking beefcake hesitated, staring at her with something close to stunned disbelief. The alien princess growled in frustration, shredding her lace panties in a fraction of a millisecond.

Goddess, was his skull somehow thicker than his muscles?

She launched herself at him, quick as a blink. Slim arms looped around his bull neck, lithe body melding to him as she locked long legs around his waist, perching her soaked slit atop his turgid, cum-slathered tip.

The connection was immediate. Electrifying. Barely a quarter-inch of glowing girth pierced her glistening folds, spreading them wide open before euphoric lightning turned her bones into jelly.

“You want it, princess?” Just Brick rumbled, his voice a tectonic quake through her core. “Then take it.”

His hands, each large enough to palm her entire rear, encircled her waspish waist, not with ****, but with an undeniable, immovable finality. He didn’t buck or thrust, though, waiting on her opening gambit.

Silvejia braced, then drove herself down with reckless abandon. Half his stupendous shaft split her in a single stroke, tearing a scream from her throat—part agony, mostly ecstasy. Her spine arched, pretty head whipping back as the world flared white.

Stars above, too much. He was almost too much.

A living battering ram of raw, incandescent power **** its way into her pristine pussy. The sting of her body’s first surrender vanished beneath the rapturous introduction of his adamantine cock. This wasn’t just penetration—it was nirvana. Energy surged into her bloodstream, syncing with her racing pulse, reconstructing her from the inside out.

She clung there, guts stuffed, mind reeling. The scrape of his sandpaper stubble against her forehead was the only real thing anchoring her while his radiant shaft lurched within her like a second heartbeat–stretching her, filling her, claiming a space inside her she never knew was empty. Each throb was a promise. A revelation. Rocketing her into orbit and another earth-rending climax.

“Ohhh… G-Godess!!” Silvejia keened, muscles seizing as she gushed ecstatic juices. “Fuuuuck!”

She’d never felt anything like it before–wanted to curl up around his magnificent mega-dick and never let it go. Wanted to make him part of her so she’d never go without again.

“Done already?” Just Brick’s breath scorched her ear. “That all you’ve got, Silver Streak?”

She tried to sneer. Tried to conjure some imperious retort. What escaped instead was a whimper. Her treacherous hips, shifting on their own accord, began grinding involuntarily down onto him.

More. More!

The glowing precum spilling inside her was no mere fluid—it was a ****. Each droplet eroded her pride, stripped away her icy veneer, left nothing but a ravenous hunger clawing through her.

So she moved.

Not with blinding speed, not like the fantasies her fanboys doubtless tickled their pickles to. No, she took him slow. Excruciating. Each withdrawal was a loss. Every returning plunge, bliss. Their coupling was a rhythm, a hymn to hedonism. Just Brick let her set the tempo, steadying her with mitts like steel clamps.

The lewd slap of flesh rang down the alley, echoed by Silvejia’s ragged cries. Her legs cinched around his waist, high heels spurring into the meat of his back. Her nails raked his shoulders—sun-warmed granite beneath her **** hands.

He was everywhere.

His scent—thick, musky, electric—inundated her senses. Heat baked her lilac skin. Superfluous power suffused her womb like distilled starlight.

Then came the next pulse. Stronger. Blinding. It detonated inside the purple-haired heroine, and she welcomed it. Another violent orgasm unhinged her, internal walls milking his stupendous shaft like a vise. The resultant scream was raw, indecent—shattering the last of her composure.

“HYAAAAAAA~!!”

That thrilling energy, borne on potent precum, poured into the Xeno speedster, forever altering her extra-terrestrial physiology. Hips widening, waistline shrinking, ass thickening, and muscles hardening–her useless demi-bra yielded to the ceaseless onslaught of her ballooning breasts in a twang of snapping elastic.

“That’s it,” he crooned, soothing and encouraging, taking over her rhythm.

His initial thrusts drove her through the convulsions, prolonging them until she sagged. Her cheek resting against his neck, climaxing nonstop, and mewling with helpless need.

Humiliation should have crushed her.

The great Silver Streak, royal heir of Pleiades, debased in a trash-strewn alley, while a spunk-bloated beastkin lay ruined nearby. But instead of shame, another wave was rising. Another peak. Higher. Terrifying. Addictive.

She mumbled into his skin, words she’d deny under ****. “More… harder… please…”

Silvejia’s newly abundant curves bounced and jiggled. Ultra-sensitive nipples raked the hung super stud’s solid pecs while her now cushiony caboose overflowed his palms. She swallowed heavily, determined not to drool like the shameless fox-slut had. Still, her heightened physical awareness would not be denied.

She accepted every cunt-cramming inch with gleeful gratification.

“Don't… Ahhh! Don’t hold back. I-I want all of you!”

“You can ask prettier than that,” Just brick grunted, spearing mercilessly into her churning center.

No. Never. She would not beg.

Then he shifted his angle, pulverizing her G-spot until constellations consumed Silvejia’s vision. A strangled moan ripped from her lips.

“Speak.” He commanded, brooking no refusal.

Tears pricked her eyes. The fever in her blood stripped away everything—title, dignity, superiority. Leaving her with nothing but wanton desire.

Her voice broke. “Please…”

The enormously endowed Adonis pretended he couldn’t hear her. “Please, what?”

Silvejia’s spirit fractured, and the will to resist evaporated. “Please… cum in me. Enhance me.”

The words seared her tongue, but the relief was intoxicating.

His answer was a roar. Yellow light flared like a newborn sun as he came. His movements turned brutal, relentless, a pneumatic piston pounding her wrecked pussy into a new shape. His shape. This hitherto unknown hero wasn’t a mere man—he was a **** of nature, and she, the landscape ravaged by him.

The smacking of sweaty skin, her debauched screams, Just Brick’s guttural grunts—it was a symphony and cataclysm, and his catastrophic cock the instrument of her undoing.

“Here it comes, sweetheart!”

Silvejia’s scream split the fetid air when he rammed her down to his burly base, stretching her spasming insides to their very limits, then erupted.

The shockwave was apocalyptic. Trash bags burst, the dumpster rattled like a tin can, and a sickly brilliance rolled out, peeling graffiti from the alley walls in flakes.

She hardly noticed. Time itself had screeched to a halt, and her existence transcended into oneness with the universe.

Every minute aspect of the area around them stood out in stark detail. The burning embers hovering frozen in the air, the cracks fissuring the cement pavement, each hair of the beastkin’s floofy tail, even a procession of ants filing a nearby downpipe came into laser-like focus, trapped in temporal lockdown.

She could have strolled over to study the insects, mapped their microscopic differences, then mapped the multitudinous variations in the flight paths of the ashes blowing on unmoving winds in the span of a nanosecond. She could have run circuits around the city, hundreds of miles in the flap of a hummingbird’s wing. She could have rewritten the history of motion itself.

Silvejia could have done much, performed fantastical feats, at speeds surpassing anything in recorded history. But instead, she was wailing. Utterly, annihilatingly cumming her alien brains out on the Herculean hunk’s fountaining fuckpole.

“HIIIIYYEEEE~!”

Energized ejaculate blasted out of him, a cannonade of cosmic cream painting her royal cervix white, packing her so full she swore she’d never be empty again.

The power… by the Goddess, the power!

Her amethyst eyes widened as her tummy began to bulge in slow motion, each drop of celestial spunk reshaping her from the inside. Enhancing her. Turbocharging her speedster ability, her mind, her very existence. Every atom of his seed, a starburst, weaving her into something faster, sharper, more aware than she’d ever imagined.

It felt like centuries spent on his divine dick—each nanosecond pulled like taffy into a worshipful infinity as she savoured his mind-melting girth, revelling in its meaty magnificence, until she was absolutely smitten–totally obsessed with his overwhelming machismo.

When time lurched forward again, reality reasserting its hold, she dangled limp in his grasp. Her new tits and fat belly swollen heavily with the precious bounty, her legs draped slackly around his waist. She might have burped up cum-bubbles in tribute, if she weren’t too terrified of wasting a single particle of his godlike essence.

“Shit, that was a lot… even for me.” Just Brick said, gazing down at Silvejia. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Silvejia almost laughed. Concern? From the man who’d just gifted her the most exquisite power-up of her life? The absurdity was delicious. Instead, she gathered herself—what little dignity she could salvage—tilted her chin up, and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to his mouth.

When she pulled back, her smile was sharp enough to cut glass.

“Never better, Mr. Brick,” she purred, eyes glittering with a dangerous light. “Now… what’s a lady gotta do to earn a second helping?”

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