Chapter Eight

The hordes of Hades couldn’t have hindered Zane’s pursuit. By all accounts, they were still banished to the underworld after the Dios de los Muertos fiasco last November and thusly unavailable to spoil anyone's fun.

That shit had been a literal nightmare.

He burst into the bedroom, crashing to a halt at the sight of not one but two mega-hot supers waiting on the large bed.

Colly had divested herself of the pink robe. She knelt beside a knockout with beach bunny proportions, enormous tits, and a very recognizable green bob-cut.

Their mouth-watering figures were identically attired in wispy lingerie. Teensy scraps of diaphanous fabric and decorative bows connected by crisscrossing lace concealed little while emphasizing every feminine contour to trouser-tearing perfection. The blonde minx clad in white, the other in red…

It couldn’t be.

“Sugar, meet Sarah, my teammate.” Colly slipped an arm around her companion’s waspish waist. “Sarah, say hi to Zay-Zay, the most magnificent man in the world.”

“Hi, hi!” Sally Putty chimed. She bore a dopey grin, dribble dripping from her chin. “Pleased to meetcha, mister.”

The rubberized woman looked drunk or high. Maybe both. Her eyes were unfocused and she swayed like a sailor on shore leave, relying on Colly to remain upright.

This wasn’t the brash, confident heroine from the television reports. Sally Putty didn’t sport spit-shined bazongas or a vapid doll-like expression. Zane recoiled in shock.

“Wha–what’s wrong with her?” He gasped, power and excitement ebbing. “Babe, what have you done?”

“Nothing sinister, I swear.” Colette cooed, fondly patting her friend’s cheek. “Sarah here had an adverse reaction when I told her about your incredible enhancer abilities. She thought I was compromised and would’ve exposed us. I merely calmed her so she’d listen to reason.”

“Calmed her? She’s drooling like a moron.” Zane backed away. This was wrong, far from the sexy threesome he had envisioned. “No matter your excuses, it’s not right to turn an ally into a-a brainless bimbo!”

“Not brainless… relaxed.” Sarah chirped, playing with her puckered nipples. “You’re cuter in person… get all tingly when I look at you.”

He flinched at her babbled nonsense, unsure how to proceed. Who could they turn to, and how would they explain whatever this was?

“Babe, this is fucked up. You can’t mess with people’s minds–”

“She’s still herself. Simply more pliant. Less volatile.” Colly soothed, her amethyst irises blazed, snaring Zane. “I’ve got her well in hand. There's nothing to worry about.”

For the second time in as many days, her words smashed into Zane’s psyche with the momentum of a runaway train. They etched onto his soul like letters chiseled on a stone tablet. Indelible and everlasting.

He wanted to scream in mental anguish when it abruptly ceased—whisking away the panic and concern.

Zane released a shuddering breath, reevaluating the situation from a fresh perspective.

Colly–his loving girlfriend and the city’s top female super–had everything under control. No one could gainsay her on the subject of powers.

She only wanted what was best for him.

He had clearly overreacted. Zane lacked context and didn’t know what circumstances led to this situation. He was out of his depth in the heroing world.

And here were two drop-dead gorgeous super-hotties in his bed eye-fucking him. Only a great fool would turn down this opportunity.

Energy welled within Zane, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Arousal returned with a vengeance. Sickly yellow light formed an aura around him, making the women moan when it washed over them.

Still, one question lingered above the roaring passions…

“What could she expose?” He snarled, ripping open his Tom Ford shirt. It had cost over a thousand dollars. “We haven’t done anything wrong.”

Both women gasped at the display. Zane wasn’t shredded like a gym rat or those dime-a-dozen WWII super soldiers who kept crawling out of the woodwork. However, his previous night gorging on Colly’s magical milk while banging her silly had resulted in some definite muscle definition.

“Oh yes, Sugar, yes!” Colly simpered, trembling with panty-soaking anticipation. “Sarah would’ve spilled the beans regarding your enhancer abilities. I couldn’t allow that. Someone would inevitably steal you from me. I did it for love!”

Of course, she did. Zane admonished himself for ever doubting Colly. Her motivations remained pure and true. She only had his best interests at heart.

There was nothing to worry about.

“I-I’m sooo sorry.” The green-haired heroine blubbered, clutching her team leader like a life preserver. Their lush bodies mashed together. “I didn’t realize… his power… it’s going to make me… oh, fuck!”

Another citrine wave inundated them when Zane shucked off his pants, releasing his luminous length. It jutted skyward, a meaty column challenging the heavens. They quailed and quivered, basking orgasmically under the strobing radiance.

He stood at the foot of the bed, letting it hang above their heads like the sword of Damocles. Colette stared worshipfully through half-lidded eyes before reaching and giving him a sublime stroke.

“What you’re experiencing is the least portion of his power.” She whispered in reverence. Licking her lips when a dewdrop of liquid sunshine beaded at the tip. “You need to taste him next. It’s unlike anything in the world. Here…”

She lifted Sarah’s lolling skull, guiding her slobbering mouth to his bulbous crown. The hyper-flexible heroine panted and moaned, extending her tongue in supplication.

Colette looked to Zane, seeking permission. Without his explicit approval, she wouldn’t permit another to partake in his so-called gift.

“Do it.” He rumbled, power climbing to a critical pitch–dual heartbeats racing in his chest. “I shall grant her a sample.”

Slowly, delicately, she dabbed him on her friend’s outstretched tongue. The minutest amount of his glowing precum touched down, but that was enough.

“Oo-o-o-ooh… FUUUCK!!”

Verdant locks flailing, Sarah shook as though plugging into an outlet, spasming through rhapsodic seizures. Kicking and jerking, she flopped about like a landed fish. Zane watched with interest, not at all concerned for the convulsing beauty.

Colly crooned wordlessly, soothing her teammate until she stilled, those massive jugs heaving as she caught her breath. There was a moment of compassion, broken by a single ragged word…

“More.”

Zane nodded in satisfaction. Colly had been right, of course...

There was nothing to worry about.

“Mooore…” The plea was more drawn out–more needful the second time. “Please, mooooore…”

Sarah’s eyes were pinched shut, but her mouth was open. She reeked of feminine arousal and something else. A smell that niggled at Zane’s memory.

“Please, Sugar. Don’t make the poor girl beg.” Colly floated up to his side, pressing her lingerie-clad splendor against him. “You don’t understand how it feels to taste paradise. Your power is immense, unbelievably potent. It would be **** to deny her now.”

“****, really?” Zane cocked a dubious eyebrow. “Be serious, Babe.”

“Deadly serious. How else could I describe the hopeless craving for your life-altering seed?” She husked, docking her soft tits around his bicep. “You’ve given a goldfish a glimpse of the lake outside its bowl–shown her freedom from the shackles of limitation. She’ll be desolate if you stop now. Miserable for the rest of her life, knowing her existence could have been far greater.”

He ruminated on that for a while, maybe a whole three seconds, during which Colly traced fingernails across his broad shoulders and Sarah sobbed…

“More, pleeeease!”

She sprawled out on the bed, her pretty face directly beneath his flashing fuckpole. Zane could angle his hips to aim at her parted lips and…

“Okay, since you asked so nicely.” He lunged forward, sheathing half his girthy length in Sarah’s welcoming gullet.

”Mmmmlurp~!”

Her neck distended around him, an obscene protrusion pushing towards her clavicles. She was beyond tight, throat constricting and gripping like a pussy. Hot, slick mucus lubricating his entry.

“You don’t have to worry about hurting her, Sugar.” Colly purred, feathering kisses along Zane’s chin. “Sarah is like rubber. She can bend and stretch and tie herself in knots. She doesn’t technically have bones. You can play rough with her. She’d probably enjoy it.”

Zane wasn’t worried but he took her advice, regardless. Buttocks bunching and hips pistoning, he ravaged the elasticated girl’s sloppy mouth and throat from above.

A small part of him felt it was disrespectful, borderline offensive, to face-fuck a woman this way. To skewer a renowned heroine’s skull on his luminous mega-cock, plundering her sodden lips and esophagus like a sex toy. Positioned atop Sally Putty, trapping her beneath his bulk, left her entirely ****.

A stretchy chunk of fuck-meat for Zane to chew up and swallow.

“Swallow… swallow, goddamit!” He growled, pumping faster, power churning. “Take every fat inch of my dick!”

”Gluurk~!”

His hands found purchase on Sarah’s bounding breasts. Her heavy teardrop-shaped orbs sloshed in Zane’s greedy grasp. Stiff nipples raked his palms, trailing lines of moisture.

She didn’t struggle or resist. Instead, the elasticated girl unhinged her jaw like a python to vacuum his swinging balls into her hungry maw.

“Jesus Christ!”

Zane plowed her slobbering skull into the bedding, mauling and yanking fistfuls of rubbery tit-flesh. They rippled and wobbled like vanilla puddings, lacking the firmness of natural tissue. White droplets flew from the teets, divulging the source of that familiar scent.

He turned to Colly in shock, “Milk… she’s stuffed to the goddamn gills with your milk!”

“Surprise, stud.” She smirked. The heat of her moist panties baked his skin. “It was her idea, mostly. She likes my milk almost as much as you do.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!

The mere notion of her nursing Sarah–holding the green-haired super-hottie to her bountiful breast–sent Zane into overdrive. The glow of his rampant ramrod became visible through the skin of her gulping gullet—the energy within rocketed to disastrous levels.

“Don’t hold back, Sugar.” Colly gasped, grinding against him. Wetness stropped his thigh. “Give her what she wants… what she needs! Grant her the blessing of your super-spunk. Upgrade her so we can save this city from the forces of villainy!”

Suddenly, they were kissing, lips locked and tongues tangling for a common cause. Her sweet, spicy flavor infused Zane’s tastebuds. Her arms drew him into a passionate embrace, loving and adoring, as he bucked inside Sarah’s cock-hugging throat.

The turbulent energy within Zane’s core peaked–a melt-down event imminent. He groaned into their kiss, then exploded.

A torrent of power and semen blasted out of him like a busted hydrant. It blew into Sarah, who arched in a silent scream of ecstasy around his muzzling width. Milk sprayed liberally from her slapping hooters as they swelled, and a yellow radiance encompassed her flexible form.

“Aww, shhhiiiiiiitt~!”

Time lost all meaning for Zane; a thousand years of blissful toe-curling release passed in a few seconds, which dragged into minutes. He became absently aware that he was still moving. Still plugging elasticated girl’s howling pie-hole. Still kissing Colly as he rode the cresting carnal waves to his eventual relief.

A brilliant corona of light broke Zane from his stupor, momentarily blinding everyone and ruffling their hair. On shaky knees, he withdrew from Sarah’s mouth to examine their combined handiwork.

The green-haired heroine lay prostrate on the soiled sheets, sporting a dopey grin. Her pale skin was luminous with the faintest lingerings of citrine energy. Any imaged flaws or imperfections were erased, leaving swaths of silky skin, but otherwise, she remained unchanged except for an ephemeral allure.

Sally Putty had always been stunning, a true showstopper–all the LoL were–yet now she somehow possessed more of that undefinable quality, and it wasn’t her enlarged cup size.

“You did it, Sugar!” Colly squealed, staring in wonder at her teammate. “You amazing, magnificent man. Mmmwah~!”

She hopped up to plant a kiss right on his smoocher. Zane wasn’t sure what he’d achieved beyond a light show and boosting the blissed-out heroine’s sex appeal.

“I-I did? Can you explain what exactly?” He wiped at a line of lactate on his chest. The stuff had got everywhere after Sarah turned total milk-canon. “I’m not seeing it.”

“You enhanced her, silly.” Colly laughed, crushing him in a rip-creaking embrace. “Even I felt the power transfer. Gosh, the only time I’ve cum harder is when you were splitting me apart on that magical monster dick.”

“Glad to hear it.” Zane wheezed, tapping her elbow. “Air, Babe, I need to breathe.”

“Whoops, sorry.” She said, grinning like a loon. “I’m so excited. This is the start of a new age of justice, all because of you!”

It was because of him, wasn’t it?

The old Zane might have dithered over their actions. Colly had used her new ability in a morally gray fashion, apparently relaxing Sarah’s mind to the point of docility, and he’d possibly taken advantage of that fact, but didn’t the ends justify the means?

Ultimately, he wasn’t concerned…

There was nothing to worry about.

And Colly was Kinetica, the city’s most valiant defender. She could navigate these ethical waters in her sleep…

She only wanted what’s best for him.

So Zane banished his doubts, gazing down at the drowsing bombshell with renewed interest. She was assuredly one of the best. Colly snuggled in close, whispering hotly as she resumed stroking his unyielding stiffness.

“The deed isn’t done yet. You know what comes next.” Her hands were buttery soft, lavishing every spit-polished inch. “She needs the complete package. Namely, this big… hard… enhancer package to fight at full strength.”

“Hmmmm… wazzat?” Sarah stirred, eyelashes fluttering open. “Was having the loveliest dream. Power feels different… weird. Oh, hi! Is that dick for me?”

She spoke in whole–though short–sentences again. Zane took comfort in that. However, her comment about her power sounded intriguing.

“Weird, how?” He asked.

“Dunno,” She shrugged, refocusing on his pulsating prong with a lecherous leer. It seemed improper on her refined features. “Can experiment later. Wanna fuck, mister? That’s a huge cock. Bet it’ll feel amazeballs deep in my puss-puss.”

“It will, I promise.” Colly enthused, beaming at her teammate. “Let’s get you two sorted, then we’ll discuss future plans. Turn around, Sarah, scooch to the edge of the bed, and remove those panties. He’ll tear them off, given the chance.”

“Okay!” She eagerly complied.

“Ruining my fun, Babe?” Zane asked, between kisses with the tittering blonde.

“Saving my wardrobe, Sugar. You’ve been hell on underwear lately.” She moaned, guiding him into Sarah’s sodden snatch. “A girl needs to protect her modesty in public. If the wind blew up my skirt, we couldn’t risk a lesser, unworthy male glimpsing what is yours. I’d have to kill them on the spot.”

That statement should’ve rang alarm bells, but it didn’t. Zane simply enjoyed Sarah’s elated cry when he slid inside her.

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