Is there a refractory period between bouts of glowing with green flame?

Neon green light dances over the putrid olive tiled walls in sickening, flickering verdant contrasts as your skin blazes with familiar Shvarthian alien fire and your feet gently leave the bottom of the freezing cold tub but before you can even blink the bathroom door crashes open.

"Ha, I knew it!"

Standing in the door frame, her terrycloth towel falling away to reveal all that glorious pink skin and bouncy goodness stands Krystal, naked as a Jaybird except for a glowing blue and silver raygun dangling loosely from her right hand. Thankfully pointed at the floor you keenly observe, oh and with frost forming at the tip of the glowing chrome barrel. That's not half telling...

"K-K-Krystal... Wha-What is g-g-g-going..." You stutter between chattering teeth as you begin to float weightlessly in the small shower stall burning with green flame. Next to you the soap dispenser decides to join in the fun as it too leaves the rim of the tub, then the loofah and then the icy cold water surrounding you in a floating ballet that gives Newton's Third Law the finger, metaphorically speaking.

Krystal just drops the frosty raygun to the hallway floor with a heavy clatter ...holy shit but someone needs a course on gun safety... and steps into the bathroom wearing nothing but a serious look on her face. All-Business-All-Day Krystal has decided to make a reappearance.

"Hold onto that feeling! Don't let the green fire go out." She says in a commanding tone as she steps up to the edge of the gravity defying bath-time fun surrounding your luminescent self, her eyes narrowing as she critically examines the effect.

What the hell is she even talking about?! What feeling? The feeling of being fucking half-frozen, the feeling of your balls receding up into your abdomen or did she mean the shocking feeling of alarm that is still coarsing through your body from the sudden and unexpected blast of cold from the shower head? Because right now you are feeling all three in spades riding the adrenaline in your bloodstream.

"Y-Y-You d-did thisss..." It was meant to be a question but it comes out as a rhetorical one. Of course she did and she doesn't look the slightest bit guilty about it. But she had been gone less than twenty seconds where had she found the time too... Nevermind because really, you're never sure of what to expect next from this bubblegum haired lunatic.

"Of course, I had to test a theory." She replies airily poking at a spinning water droplet then examining her wet fingertip, "So I iced up the water pipes with the ol' freeze ray here and look at you now! You're a Bubble Boy!"

She isn't entirely wrong, you are suspended in a round sphere of floating water and other shower accouterments but you don't think "Bubble Boy" is the right description. In any case at least the shower head is frozen completely solid or right now you might be drowning in a zero-G sphere filled with icy cold water. Batting the shampoo bottle out of your face you are startled to see it fly from the sphere and drop to the god-awful tiled bathroom floor.

Krystal seems very interested in this, gracefully picking it up to give it a cursory looking over before tossing it back at you.

"H-Hey..." You stutter out as you swat it away again, Krystal just grins widely, catching it this time as it leaves your questionable area of effect and throws it to you again as though playing a butt naked game of catch sponsored by Head and Shoulders.

"So it looks like an anti-gravity based super power localized around you, with saaaayyy~... a four foot radius. Anything that leaves that space immediately drops back to earth. Can you move? Try flying out of the tub for me."

This is ridiculous, you twist in the air attempting to face the direction you want to move in and end up putting yourself into a sickening precarious tilting tail-spin that ends with you painfully banging a shin on the curtain rail and hanging upside down. Now you are all but standing on the ceiling with your wet, wilting dick at Krystal's eye level and her bared still damp womanhood at your own... not that you aren't entirely pleased to remake the acquaintance, mind.

"Aaaaw, hi there lil' buddy..." Krystal says in a pouty baby-talk voice reaching in to give your dick a pat ...Well that's diminutive... before letting out a little squeal as she is pulled into your sphere of influence herself with a startled "Oh!"

With no other point of contact to steady herself, your candy-haired companion latches onto the nearest thing at hand... that is to say; your flagging manhood. The motion draws her naked curves flat up against you and you instinctively wrap your arms around her fleshy but firm thighs to latch onto her luscious ass trying to arrest the start of another stomach curdling mid-air spin. Her warm skin feels great against your freezing body so you unapologetically cling to her like a leech.

Great now you are both floating above the tub, faces and hands on each others privates in... what would they call this sexual position? The Space-Jam Face-Jam? The Buoyant British Bagel? The Apollo sixty-nine? ...a compromising position to say the least.

"Oh hey, that's neat!" Krystal exclaims excitedly and you really hope she is talking about your penis since she is still clutching onto it. "So when enough of me is in the bubble I get pulled all the way in too... hey you might want to keep glowing or you're going to drop onto your head."

Her last words come as a warning and you manage to pull your head far enough out of her delightfully warm muff to see the green fire on your skin is beginning to burn low and that's not good.

"How do I do that? Keep glowing I mean..." You ask trying to blow the orbiting loofah away from your face while not inhaling a lungful of stray water droplets.

"Strong emotional responses, I think. Like, it's kinda a defense mechanism thingy or the fight-or-flight reflex. Say, you're really starting to fade out there, Cutie. Want that I should punch you in the balls? I'm in a good position..."

She balls up a fist in readiness looking down to your upside down face with a pink eyebrow quirked questioningly.

"I'd rather land on my head!" You hastily interject before she can get too carried away, "Thanks but that is a hard no."

Strong emotional responce.... strong emotional responce... You rack your brain for something quick but that could mean anything right? Jesus but Krystal is right here pressing that super-villianously hot young body up against yours, her hand toying absently with your dick making it hard to think clearly and all you can think about is that sweet, tasty pussy floating just centimetres from the tip of your nose.

You mean it's gotta be worth a shot, right? ...and it's a lot more appealing than a punch in the ol' family jewels... wasn't the first time you glowed during the carnal act with her anyway? No time to think, it's either this or an unappealing choice between landing on your fat head or an actual dick punch.

Taking in a deep breath of her womanly aroma, you plunge your face between her thick, warm thighs and start eating her out with all **** hunger of a starving man who has stumbled into a Las Vegas buffet.

"Oh! Ohohoho~ Cutie you don't have to- oh!"

Her giggling words are cut off as your drag the bridge of your nose across her little hood before lifting your head so your tongue can split her soft nether lips in a long languid upwards lapping stroke. Her pussy is upside down - from your perspective at least - which allows you to bring one of your hands from mauling her bubbly ass into play, reaching up over her spectacular butt cheeks from below to begin gently rubbing and circling her precious clit while your tongue and lips go to work on the rest of her wet womanhood.

"Oh Nick! You are- you are- oooooooh..." Krystal moans as you let you forefinger dip into her honeypot, gathering up her juices before returning to rubbing her love bean and making it shine wetly with them. You let your tongue begin to probe into her occasionally between long slow licks and hot slurping kisses at her pink lower lips. Her taste isn't what you were expecting, a bit musty and earthier than you had expected but you don't let it bother you and get lost in the act of pleasing this incredible beauty.

"Oh Gawd! I- I- I'm just going to... nnnnnrgh! T-tell me when you're about to c-c-cum, okay?"

What? Oh!

You feel something hot, wet and warm surround your perked up manhood and a slick, moist movement tells you it's Krystal's mouth as her tongue rolls against the broadside your fast thickening length. Excitement and something more intangible is building within you are you double down on you tongue play and fingering of this gorgeous hench-wenches tasty twat. Slowly increasing the tempo of your thrumming of her clit and lingual loving of her slick, glistening pussy.

Her thighs close snugly about your ears and the muscles there flex rhythmically in time with your darting tongue and swirling fingers. You can feel her ass tightening in your free hand, the play of muscle there sending another thrill through you as you cock twitches against the entrance to the back her tight, slick throat. One of her warm small hands is stroking the base of your quivering shaft as the other...

"Ooooh yeah Nick, you dirty cunt-licker, fucking eat that nasty, naughty pussy!! Mmmmmnnnnpphh!"

Her other hand buries itself in your hair, grabbing a painful handful and shoves your face deeper between her thighs. Her ass flexes tight and her hips thrust forward, crushing into your nose and mouth and nearly suffocating you with her gushing cunt. Her plush lips and pretty mouth return to working pure magic on your aching cock with nearly vengeful passion, sliding up and down the turgid length rapidly, sucking hard and working her hot tongue in a mad frenzy across the sensative bulbous tip whenever she draws it close.

All you can do is hang on for dear life and lash her leaking sweet spot with your own flagging tongue, slurping up her girl cum and nimbly fingering her at a frantic pace as she bucks and rolls her hips hard into your face, smearing her wetness all over your lips, cheeks, nose and chin as though she were trying to face paint you with her dripping pussy.

She's all but got you trapped tight between her muscular thighs and you can only pray your skull can withstand the pressure of her inevitable climax. With your cock in one hand and your head in the other she writhes against you. Her full, pliant titflesh and diamond hard pierced nipples rolling across your burning emerald abdomen, her back arching as she takes your steely hard cock all the way up to the head before plunging furiously back down on it again. She's got your turgid head all the way into her tight esophagus now.

All the while her hand is tightening in your hair making your groan in gutteral pleasure and tearing pain onto her pearl as you suck on it, rolling and batting at it with the tip of your tongue. Your knuckles are jammed up against your chin as you bury a third finger into her soaking channel prompting Krystal to squeal around your gagging dick then just grind down on your face and palm even harder if that were even possible, actually fucking your face into her thrilling, dripping cunt.

She was close, she had to be close, right?! You couldn't handle much more of her insane loving or her mad **** at this point. One way or another it was going to come to a head and soon!

All you can see is her firm pale flesh grinding around and smearing against you. All you can hear over your own heartbeat crashing in your ears is her distant ecstatic wails and moans about your rigid, thrusting manhood. Her mouth on your flesh feels feverishly hot now and you are about ready to ecstatically burst down her hot, young throat directly into her soft, flat belly.

You want to warn her but she is completely smothering you with her ravenous pussy, drowning you in a hot burst of girl-cum but you have to try saying something as the unstable super power withing you is growing and building right along side your climax. You can feel it there, a ball of roiling power deep within your belly. It feels like it's set to explode when you do. Which is going to be real soon! You have to warn Krystal...

"Rrrrryyysshhhhhnnnaammpffppmmm!"

Krystal gags loudly on your cock at that muffled warning before coming up off it with a happy wail....

"Oh fuuuuuuck Nicky! Do it- do that again! Ooorhpppmmm...."

Shit, now she's sucking on you like she's trying to kill you! ...and you're about to blow her gorgeous, bonkers fucking head clean off of her fucking shoulders at this rate if you can't warn her.

"Rrryyysshhhnnnpphhaammpffpphmm! Nnnnphuummmmmmonn!" You try yelling again into her fleshy nubbin causing her heaving body to lock up and shudder in a powerful paroxysm.

"Niiiiickeeeeey!"

She screams, her sweet suckling lips popping free of your hair-trigger, ironcast manmeat. Her head throwing back as her spine arches like a bow and her pussy clamping tight as a velveteen vice around your still questing fingers. Her thighs clamp your head so tightly you begin to see green spots before a gushing fountain of her honey splashes heavily across your chin and palm drenching you.

She is just in time too since you blow just after she does, your futile struggles to holding it in crumbling like a dam before a flash flood. Your erupting cock lashes wildly in her slackening grip as you spray thick volleys of hot jizm straight up into the air, your hips bucking and ass clenching with the final explosive climax. Your whole body trembles and your skin tingles as your balls empty and your head finally clears enough for you to realize that Krystal finally has released your head from her ****-grip leg-lock and your can see again. You are going to have a crink in the neck for a week but wait a goddam minute...

Nothing happened.

You mean yeah, Krystal "happened" and then you "happened" and all the "happening" had been wild and great and impossible but superpower-wise...

Nothing happened!

Looking down at your naked, sweating, panting body, and simultaneously up at Krystal's, you can see that you aren't glowing anymore but you are still floating and that build up of strange pressure inside you is still there, sitting like a warm, rolling softball in your gut. The sensation isn't painful or uncomfortable just weird and utterly alien for you. Is this what having a superpower feels like?

"Oh wow Cutie, you really are a dirty boy aren't you?" Krystal laughs, her shiny pink hair wafting out in a cloud her haloing cute pixie face.

Using one hand to brace herself against rail holding the shower curtain she reaches down to take you by the arm and slowly spin your weightless body back into an upright position... and why the hell hadn't she just done that in the first place?!

Biting back your frustration you rub at your sore scalp and wipe off your cum-slick mouth and chin as the soap dispenser bounces gently off your bare calf, rolling away to bump into the tiled wall. Following it's slow trajectory you come to a horrible realization...

Amongst slowly drifting toiletries and tumbling water droplets a new ghastly UFO has entered your gentle field of orbit. Well not really unidentified, you absolutely do recognize the pearly ropes and creamy streamers of your own cum after all as they spin and curl, suspended in the air around you. Oh shit, that's more than just a little bit messy....

You are about to say something when Krystal drags you into tight joyful hug, her big eyes sparkling up at you with a burning mad delight.

"I can't believe I found a guy that will eat out his own boxed lunch! You're so wild and up for anything Nicky, I love it sooo~ much!" She squeals happily running her soft hands excitedly up and down your bare back.

HUH?!

You did *what* now?

No, wait... now technically you... but she... you didn't...

Huh.

A knock on the door frame brings you quickly out of your little internal crisis as you both look over to see Betty standing in the open doorway, filling the whole space with her all her towering, powerful womanly presence and blushing furiously at the sight of the two of you floating naked in a magic bubble of questionable fluids. She's dressed in black butt hugging, thigh lovin' yoga pants and a pale yellow tanktop strains valiantly to contain her humongous melons. Her smartphone is in her trembling hands as she tries to focus on her room-mate and partner in crime while simultaneously avoiding looking at your naked ass... again.

"Uuuuum Krystal, we have a problem."