Dealing with the aftermath

The next morning I woke in an empty bed. With her healing factor she had woken before me, and after taking a shower had made me breakfast in her bathrobe. After taking a short shower myself, we ate in silence. I was fuming, the events of last night kept playing through my mind. She claimed to be a superhero, and yet she had failed to beat the most common of street thugs. Looking up from my food, I could see her smiling at me. For some reason this was the last drop that made me loose my temper. How could she smile like that like nothing was wrong? I rose, started shouting, and went off on her completely.

I was yelling obscenities at her, calling her a slut, a whore, a failure as a hero. What was she trying to prove with her foolhardy patrols? Couldn't she see that she was a laughingstock? Did she really think she was doing any good? All that and more I unloaded at her. Every pain, every humiliation I had went through because of her I channeled through my anger. When I was finished she was looking at me completely shell shocked.

An awkward silence filled the room as I stood there panting from my exertion. Finally rage filled her face as well. She started shouting back. Did I think my humiliation was any worse than hers? Did I think she didn't know how much of a failure she was. She persevered because she believed in something bigger. Because with her power came the responsibility to do something with it. Because if she saved even a single person with her actions, that was worth all the struggles and all the pain. If I wanted to be with her, it was my responsibility to support her.

Had it been only a day earlier I would agreed with her. I would have apologized for my outburst and begged her forgiveness. But last nights events kept flashing through my mind. What good were her powers if they could be taken away so easily? How could she expect to protect others when she couldn't even protect herself? As if to make the point, I reached out and ripped open her bathrobe. Revealing her nakedness underneath.

She tried to cover herself, but I grabbed her by her wrists to stop her. With her bathrobe open she was already too weak to fight me. She tried anyway, and as we struggled she lost her footing. We crashed to the floor, me landing on top of her. Still holding her down, I could see her breasts heaving under me. Her legs were slightly parted, with me lying between them. I could feel my cock harden against her. In a moment of madness I decided to take her like she had been taken last night, to prove to her how helpless she was.

Holding both her wrists with one hand, I freed my cock and tried to grind it against her slit. As she realized what was happening she redoubled her efforts in trying to writhe away from me, but to no avail. Methodically I positioned my cock against her, and in one smooth motion I slid into her. She let loose a small yelp, before starting to hurl **** at me. Ignoring her, I started to pump into her in a steady rhythm, slowly picking up speed. Her body, trained by untold gangbangs, started to betray her. Before long the only sounds in the room was the pounding of flesh against flesh, and her sobbing moaning voice. I **** two orgasms out of her before emptying my balls into her womb.

Rolling off her, I lay panting on the floor. Slowly the enormity of what I had done dawned on me. We lay there next to each other for a good while, until she got up and disappeared into the bedroom. She came out again fully dressed, and left the house without saying a word. For about an hour I sat on the couch, mind blank, fully believing I had screwed everything up for good. Then, to my surprise, she entered our home again and sat down next to me.

She had been thinking she told me. We had both said some thing we shouldn't have, but while she still believed in her mission she realized she had not adequately considered my feelings on the subject. We had a lot of issues to work through together, but if I was willing she wanted to give our relationship another go.

We embraced, promised each other things would be different from now on, but in the end things stayed pretty much the same. She still went out on patrols, and she still regularly came home naked and thoroughly fucked. In the end however, I decided I still loved her more than anything. And I would endure anything for her sake, even if that meant that my girl was known as the easiest super fuck in town.