The Helmet!

You abruptly break away from Rogue, take off your helmet, and stare at it curiously. Why again did you take off your helmet, or even draw attention to it? You shrug and toss it aside. Rogue doesn’t have any mental powers, so it doesn’t even matter at this point.
You embrace her again, feeling her cool skin against your touch, and she shivers at the contact. You get the oddest feeling that she doesn’t much of this human-to-human contact, and so although she knows she’s being violated, she almost savors your touch on her.
You reach behind her and undo her tiny bikini, allowing her breasts to pop out to their full size. Taking a nipple in your mouth, you move downwards, stripping off her panties with a deft, and now practiced, movement.
She trembles in anticipation in front of you, and you pull her down, with you on the bottom. You pull her down on top of you, and you feel your dick slowly enter her tight virginal pussy. You feel something blocking your passage, however, and you tear straight through it, ripping her hymen.
She gasps, hugging you tightly against her, as you feel the full length of your cock slide into her well-lubricated cunt. Drops of blood leak down onto your body, and you thrust yourself eagerly into her, as she moans.
“Lucius…” she cries out, her voice trailing off as you grab her on the bum. You pound faster into her, barely noticing her absorbing your energy, and you feel her climax above you, shuddering like mad.
You’re not too close to your own release yet, however, and you increase the rate of your fucking her, trying to orgasm as soon as possible. The rapid pounding soon is too pleasurable, and you feel yourself cum into her.
Her eyes widen in shock as she feels your semen, and you suddenly feel weak. Much weaker than usual. You realize belatedly, to your own chagrin, that you did make the harness for a reason. And a good one, at that.
Rogue instantly senses the shift in power, and she unlatches herself from your dick. She seems surprised that you’re already out of power, and you know that she’s wrong, but the reality isn’t much better.
Arcs of energy fly out from her hands, and you cry in pain as they strike you. That particular ability you know was stolen from you, and you are helpless as she brutally murders you with her energy bolts.
“It was a nice fuck, Lucius,” is the last you thing you here before you fade to void.

You died. Why in the world did you choose the helmet? Expecting something kinky? Nah...