"Melissa" gets Lone Wolf out of him

"Hey, babe. Wake up."

Brad rolled on the smooth grass and squinted, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Rocketgirl?" he said.

"Shh!" Melissa replied as she furtively looked around. "Not here. Not when I'm out of costume. We've been over this."

Brad rubbed his temples. Something felt off. "Yeah," he said. "Of course. Sorry."

A gleam came to Melissa's eye and she bit her lip, looking down at Brad's crotch. "But as long as there's no one around," she said. "Maybe you could show Rocketgirl how Lone Wolf does it?" She lowered her shorts and straddled his waist.

"You mean...here?"

"Uh-huh," she said.

"Okay, but if I'm gonna transform, you may want to get up for a minute."

"Oh no," she said. "I don't want you to change. I want to know what Lone Wolf feels like inside me. I want you, Brad, to give me Lone Wolf. I want to feel that power explode out of you and up into me." She smirked. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

Brad looked up at Melissa. He'd had a crush on her for ages. He couldn't believe his luck to be dating such an amazing woman. How could he deny her anything? Wasn't this why he'd rescued her from Ms Kyoto all those years ago?

Again something picked at the back of his mind, a faint idea that something was off. But Melissa cupped his face and kissed his lips and he was done for.

"All right," he said, unzipping his pants.

"Excellent," she replied, then grabbed his hands and pushed them to the ground above his head. "But if we're going to do this, let's do it right. Let me do all the work. I want all your energy focused on giving me the Lone Wolf. That means you can't use your strength for anything else. Starting with taking off your pants. That's my job."

He had no idea she was so kinky. He couldn't remember the last time they'd done something like this. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember the last time they'd done anything. Everything since they'd escaped from Ms Kyoto was a blur. He had that nagging feeling again, but he looked up at Melissa, who was now wearing only a bra and was sliding his pants down his legs. Screw the past, this was happening here and now.

Before he knew it, Melissa was writhing against his crotch, her gyrations causing him to grow more and more erect. "That's good, baby," she cooed. "Focus on me, on how I make you feel. Focus all your energy on making that dick hard for me. Focus on giving me the Lone Wolf."

His hardening dick pulsed against her labia. The contact with her moist pussy made him throb again, tentatively breaching her slit. She smiled, rearing back and plunging down, her warm, wet pussy enveloping the length of his cock. She leaned down, her perky breasts pressing into his chest as she captured his lips in a long, deep kiss.

"Mmmm," she moaned into his mouth.

"Mmm," he responded in kind.

She broke the kiss. "Aa, aa, aa," she scolded him, her finger wagging playfully at him. "I want all that energy directed down here," she said, emphasizing the last two words with a thrust of her hips. "Don't give me your pleasurable moans," she whispered in his right ear, then kissed it gently. "Just give me the Lone Wolf. All of him." She kissed his left ear. "From your hard, hot cock," she kissed his lips, "to deep inside my tight, wet pussy." She hovered above his lips, continuing to squeeze his cock with her pussy but holding her lips just out of his reach. He craned his neck and she retreated, smiling and laughing. He felt the tips of her hair dance sensually on his neck. She bit her lip suggestively as she rolled her hips around.

The sensations drove him wild, and she wouldn't let him reciprocate or show her any release. He lay there, his sexual energy building and building with an unstoppable crescendo.

"That's it, baby," she whispered sensually, riding him faster now, feeling his girth pulse within her. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give me the Lone Wolf, GIVE IT TO ME!"

His breathing stopped and his cock stiffened. With one long pulse after another, he shot long, thick streams of cum into her eagerly. "Aaaaoooooooooooo!" he cried, the power call of the Lone Wolf, but he did not transform.

When it was over, he panted beneath her. "Yes, oh, yes," she breathed sweatily. She leaned down and kissed him ecstatically. This time she allowed him to respond in kind.

She broke the kiss and rolled off him. He blinked his eyes and to his horror, saw her face transform into that of Ms Kyoto. The hill melted away beneath him, and suddenly the two of them were surrounded once again by the floating starscape that greeted him when he entered the VR suit in the anti-gravity chamber.

"Hmmm nmmmm! Hmmm nnmmm nmmm?" he protested, but again his lips were stopped by the VR helmet.

"I told you that your mind would be a far easier conquest than your friend Melissa's," Ms Kyoto taunted. "Thanks for giving me the Lone Wolf. You'll find he's gone from you completely now. You're not a superhero any longer. Now you're just Brad. And honey, Brad will be the easiest conquest of all."

She blew him a kiss and faded away, leaving Brad floating aimlessly in the starscape.

In the real world, Ms Kyoto entered the anti-gravity chamber and stroked the former hero's chest and buttocks through the heavy VR suit. He couldn't feel it, she knew, the anti-gravity chamber, thick padded suit, and VR programming working in concert to keep him entirely in an alternate reality. Her gaze shifted bemusedly to the tinted plastic drum affixed to the crotch of Brad's VR suit. She fingered it delicately, relishing the warmth she felt from the large semen sample within.

"Essence of Lone Wolf," she said, unscrewing the drum from the suit and screwing a lid to its top. "All mine to do with as I please. And Brad," she said, eyeing his impressive package through the hole in the front of the VR suit. She pushed a button on the suit and watched the hole close up. "An ordinary, powerless young man for me to toy with."

She clasped the semen sample and strode from the chamber.