Two pregnant heroes for the price of one.

But, he reasoned, he should probably get started in case they decided to head back early. He straddled Fire’s chair, right behind Ice’s upraised ass, and directed his cock into the heroine’s pussy. Ice’s volume increased to match Fire’s, and her warm, wet insides squeezed the strange dick until he caught his breath and started fucking. Her frosty demeanor broke in an instant, and she submitted entirely to the man she didn’t know was **** her. By craning his neck to the side he could see part of her face, so he caught every eye roll and silly grin as he pounded the stoicism right out of her tight, pale body. Unlike most of his victims, she didn’t unconsciously buck back or grind against him. She crouched patiently while he did whatever he wanted, waiting like a good little doll for her inevitable fertilization.

Fire said something. Brandon didn’t know Portuguese, so it could have been filthy sex talk or a poetic sonnet. The way she said it certainly leaned toward the former, especially when she tossed her head so hard it flung her long, wet hair over the side of the chair. The arms of the chair buckled under her strong hands, and her thrusting hips knocked Ice away time and time again. But Ice kept coming back for more, sometimes after a shout in her own language, slathering Fire’s lips with spittle and moans. For a fraction of a second Fire lost control, and her eyes shone with green energy as an orgasm crashed over her. Watching her voluptuous body quake gave Brandon all he needed, and he held Ice’s waist still and filled her womb with her first load of the night.

Ice either came in silence or tired herself out, and when Brandon shoved her aside she collapsed in another chair without complaint. He settled atop Fire and fucked her bare, shoving his semen-covered cock into her smooth pussy. She winced for the first few thrusts as he scraped against her overly-sensitive insides, but in a minute or two he had her sliding her whole body in time with his movements. Her tits, the magnificent pair he had ogled behind her green tube top, bounced freely in wide circles. She reached for her nipples and Brandon pushed her hands away, too intent on the spectacle of her swinging breasts to let her block the view. Instead she sucked on her fingers and ran her nails through her hair, almost pulling herself apart in an attempt to vent her lust. Her pussy hugged him close, daring him to fill her to the brim, and he grabbed the back of the chair to **** her harder.

“God, yes.” Ice sighed, back to fingering herself in the adjacent seat. “You know what we need?”

“I need—“ Fire swallowed and inhaled deep. “I need a dick in my breasts!”

“Yeah, we need a quick rest. Maybe we can take a whole weekend off, you and me. No hero work, no disasters. Just relaxing and eating something good and pounding our fucking pussies until we cum and cum and cum—“ Ice’s body curled in on itself, lifting her knees almost to her chin while her hand flew between her legs. Her screams came in short bursts, almost like cries of pain, though when she fell back her delirious expression was anything but.

“Yes, this sounds good. A place we can be regular people instead of two busy heroes who need more penis, all the way up my kitten, yes, yes, YES!” Fire made enough noise for the both of them, screaming profanities into the night and rolling her hips so hard the chair scraped against the ground under them. Brandon gritted his teeth and stared at her tits, wishing he could feel them on his cock, and a flash of inspiration struck. He pulled out, stood over Fire’s chest, and moved her hands to her breasts. She mashed them together immediately, wrapping them around his dick, and while she lazily bounced them he fucked the fleshy valley until he felt his orgasm start. He came all over her chin and her cleavage, leaving a puddle of spunk on her throat and white streaks everywhere else. Before she could recover he took her hand again, scooped up his semen with her fingers, and lowered it to her pussy. She did the rest, shoving his sperm deep inside her as she masturbated, unknowingly pushing his sperm deeper and deeper toward her defenseless eggs.

While Fire knocked herself up, Brandon lay on Ice’s lounge chair and pulled her on top of him. As far as she knew she was finding a comfortable place to sit, and the most comfortable position happened to settle her cunt cleanly onto his erect dick. She rode him cowgirl-style, braced on the chair arms and sliding her crotch back and forth along his. Though she didn’t boast Fire’s massive rack, she had more than enough to draw his attention, and he seized her tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers while she did most of the work. He could feel his cum already inside her, and with every thrust he imagined more of it squirting past her cervix. Ice tried to keep a straight face, but she kept slipping into expressions of empty-headed pleasure ripped straight from his filthiest porn videos, and within a few minutes he’d given her a new dose of jizz to fill the void below her belly.

Then he switched to Fire again, rolling her onto her side and taking her from behind. She pressed her back against his front, kneading her own breasts and laying her head on the chair amid a wave of olive hair. Her plump rear provided an amazing cushion for his hips and hands, and she didn’t make a sound when he smacked her ass so hard he hoped she found a mark there the next day. Aside from that, she wasn’t quiet. She groaned in both English and Portuguese, screaming “Yes, give me more sex! I want to feel your sex in my center!” and “I will cum! I will cum again!” as much as things he couldn’t understand. Her back arched and her mouth opened wide, and for a moment he pondered locking her into a kiss as he impregnated her. But she grabbed the chair and shrieked, and the rush of power overwhelmed him until he left another potential child inside her hips.

From there he mostly traded back and forth, fucking the duo one after the other. Giving them equal attention was important; he wanted to see both of them pregnant at once, partners united in motherhood as they were in their hero duties. Though he wouldn’t have minded putting some kids in a few of the buxom Italian beauties around the pool, he spent this short time with his primary targets, helping them cum over and over until they were sweaty, exhausted wrecks. Pulling Fire to her feet took much of his remaining energy, and he barely got her out of the women’s club before it was time for her next shift. Ice stayed behind, in keeping with the League’s schedule, and he left her with an amulet around her neck to keep the party going. He had to hurry Fire along so she would make it back to the Watchtower before she noticed anything amiss, like how the only thing she wore as she strutted through the streets of Riccione was a healthy coating of his spunk. Women and men gaped alike at the model’s cumwalk, and Brandon stuck to the shadows, enjoying their shock while staying out of the spotlight.

It was almost a shame when they made it back to the alley and Fire changed into her green, flaming form, as it burned away all the jizz on the outside of her body. But, he thought, it was better this way. If she walked into the League’s headquarters literally wearing his genetic signature, they’d have him dead to rights in a second. They could puzzle it over for a little while longer. By the time they realized they had an invisible, intangible man in their midst, there would be more pregnant women in the Justice League than childless victims, and he salivated at the chance to get his number to one hundred percent.