Chapter Three

Zane’s thoughts and emotions were scrambled when Colette took him into her mouth again. Warm and wet, her tongue was a spongy causeway guiding his stupendous shaft down her throat. Cheeks hollowing, she gazed adoringly up at him, taking him deep. Jerking his base, she gagged and gulped around his width.

That’s when he saw her eyes change. Bright amber irises shifted to pale, luminous amethyst, shining as though lit by LEDs.

“Colly… oh hell, Colly.” Zane wheezed, clinging to his last vestiges of reason. “Your eyes!”

Those same purple-pink orbs sparkled, the corners of Colette’s lips twitching in a pleased grin before she suctioned him straight into her esophagus. Velvety heaven welcomed his throbbing length. Over a foot of thick-cut manmeat distended her slender neck, yet she handled it like a born cocksucker, humming and moaning lewd encouragement the whole time.

The storm of power within Zane graduated to a category-five hurricane. Hanging by the thinnest of threads, he could barely think while his bombshell girlfriend vacuumed the final dregs of sanity out through his donkey dick.

She bobbed at a furious pace, making happy noises and playing with herself, fingers buried in her drenched underwear. Firm young breasts slid back and forth, titty-fucking his knee as she engaged every part of her show-stopping body to drag him towards a crucial climax.

“Shit–fuck! Babe, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Hmmmmh~!”

The invisible bindings holding Zane abruptly vanished and his hands immediately flew to clasp the sides of her suckling skull, yanking her stunning face down while roughly thrusting upwards.

This girl–no, this incorrigible minx had driven him into a mad frenzy. She’d pretended to be nice, nerdy and sweet, then turned the tables at the first sign of weakness.

Zane didn’t feel weak anymore, throatfucking this sublime specimen of feminine sexuality. He was strong. Defiant. Not a victim anymore. Heart hammering, balls churning, he slammed his giant cock into Colette’s constricting gullet and unleashed the tempest directly into her flat stomach.

“Ugh, I’m fucking cumming!”

Crackling yellow energy burst forth along with a torrent of sticky spunk. She wailed around his suffocating girth. Gargling and hacking as copious seed and power flooded her core. Rapturous paroxysms reduced the breathtaking blonde to a blissful puddle, crumpling to the floor with a gusty sigh.

“Tha–thank you, sugar.”

He wasn’t done. Zane’s world spun when he stood, his mega-meat spouting a deluge that painted Colette’s supine form with pearly ropes. More jizz than he’d ejaculated in a lifetime slathered his semi-conscious girlfriend, splashing against her flawless flesh and trim figure. Seeping into her skin.

…her glowing skin.

Radiant skin that absorbed his tremendous load like a beach bunny soaking up sunshine before she exploded in a corona of yellow light. Zane shielded his vision from the glare, peeking through shaky fingers to watch Colette change.

Her glasses blew away, and her mussed hair brightened, The faded tresses turning a vivid golden blonde with scarlet tips. Her upturned face was the picture of divine rapture as even the hint of blemishes vanished from already superb flesh, which tightened and smoothed to inhuman perfection.

Then, with an elated shriek, certain parts of her began to swell…

“OOOHMAFUUUCKINGGAAAWD!!”

Quaking and clawing at the carpet, Colette thrashed in orgasmic throes, feeling her perky handfuls expand, straining the simple bra as soft tit-flesh overflowed satin cups. Spreading hips humped the air, squirting pussy juices from between slightly thicker thighs while her ass plumped and lifted, dragging the sodden boyshorts into a deepening butt crack.

Zane’s disproportionate prick lurched at the unbelievable sight, granite-hard, despite his recent, ridiculous ejaculation. Colette looked like a Greek goddess in repose. A carved idol of sex and fertility.

With that signature hair color and all-star cheerleader physique, she looked a lot like a pornified depiction of…

“Kinetica?!” He gaped, finally connecting the dots. This explained why his girlfriend was always absent during city-wide emergencies and world-threatening events. “No fucking way!”

“Mmmm… fucking is right, Sugar.” The super-heroine purred, arching to show off her enlarged cleavage. The yellow glow had disappeared, leaving a sultry Aphrodite at his feet. “You face-fucked me so good. Totally throated me into a new dress size. What are these now? Double D-cups?” She groped her buoyant chest, amethyst eyes glinting. “But the cherry on top is the unexpected power boost.”

“Wait, stop. Hang on a second.” Zane reeled at the revelation, his surge of confidence faltering. He, a complete nobody, had been dating one of the hottest female supers on the planet? “There’s no way this is possible. Power boost? Has to be a mistake.”

“What mistake, Zay-Zay?” Colette–no, Kinetica crooned, propping herself up on an elbow, majestic tits swaying hypnotically. “You’re a good man, Sugar. The type of guy I’ve dreamed of meeting since I was a little girl and, it would seem, an enhancer to boot! You never told me you were a super.”

Zane tried to protest. “I’m not–”

“But it makes sense now I think about it. Very smart, actually. Enhancers are extremely rare and highly sought-after. You wouldn’t know a moment of peace if word got out. Especially one of your caliber.” She mused, hands exploring her lush new contours. “The side-effects are… interesting, but there’s no denying you’ve unlocked greater abilities in me. Oh Sugar, it’s as if your amazing cock busted open a door in my mind and upgraded my power with your cum!”

Kinetica climbed to her knees, wobbling until she found a center of balance in her acutely top-heavy form, and reverently grasped Zane’s throbbing shaft. Shocked, he stared at the famous heroine stropping a face so awe-inspiring it graced billboards and magazine covers worldwide along his steely length.

This was real. Colette was Kinetica’s secret identity, and there she was. America's Sweetheart in all her disheveled glory, winding up to suck him off again. Trailing her tongue along his sensitive underside. Tickling his balls with long fingernails. Parting those glisten lips to…

“Holy shit. You’re really her.” Zane collapsed onto the couch. “So you’re, what? Slumming it here with me; a grind-to-five desk jockey with limited career prospects and a premature dad bod?”

“Zay-Zay, no!” She objected, gripping him possessively, almost painfully. “You’ve always been more than that to me. Even before this… unforeseen development. You were my rock. A safe harbor amid all the politics and superhero bullshit. My moral touchstone lest I forget my humanity. You keep me sailing straight and true.”

Their gazes met and the pink glow in hers intensified. “You’re precious to me. I only want what’s best for you.”

The words resonated power, slamming into Zane like an eleventh commandment from the Almighty.

What’s best for him?

Thoughts and desires swirled in his mind. Fickle daydreams and darker fantasies, previously dismissed, gained inescapable gravity. They tugged and hauled at his confused psyche. Celestial bodies vying for attention, astronomical in their sudden import and tearing him apart…

Zane’s soul released a silent scream, commended to the afterlife, when something hot and wet encompassed his delirious dick in a skin-tight cocoon of pure nirvana.

Reality reasserted itself. Weight settled on his lap while a puckered nipple was pushed into his mouth. Fluid spurted from that blessed teet. Creamy and delicious and invigorating. Zane drank deeply, his inner turmoil reduced to a simmer.

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