Libertygirl is taken by Helda

Libertygirl quivered in Helda’s arms. No longer was there fight, strength, or will left in the superheroine. Fire pulsed through her veins, igniting her body in a blaze of passion she needed to fulfill. All that she had left was need. Need for something she couldn’t articulate, a need that Helda was only too eager to provide.

Sweeping Libertygirl up in her arms Helda carried the heroine bridal style to the bed. She dumped the panting heroine amongst the sheets beside the pregnant Melissa who turned her head torpidly to watch as Helda joined them. Her fingers yet slick with her own juices, the former Rocketgirl sucked each digit whorishly as Helda parted Libertygirl’s quaking legs, hooking them over her hips.

Helda took a moment then. She loomed over Libertygirl, the heroine’s legs parted revealing her overheated snatch wantonly. Glancing higher showed the mostly naked woman’s body lying helpless amongst the sheets, squirming restlessly, naught but instinct wrapped in flesh, burning with desire, her mouth agape and panting, breast heaving.

“Those girls were right. You’re beautiful, Libertygirl,” Helda whispered, her hands digging into the heroine’s hips and aligning her cock. “And you’re mine.”

With that Helda drove herself forward. Libertygirl’s back arched, her mouth gaped and hands clutched at the blankets as she felt Helda enter her to the very hilt of her turgid cock. Helda gave her no moment to contemplate this and began pistoning in and out of the heroine, driving Liberty girl forward only to be tugged back, an inexhaustible rhythm of fucking.

Libertygirl had no idea what was going on. Her mind was scattered with every thrust, her mind cloudy and high with ecstasy. She only knew how good this was, how much she wanted more, how much she never wanted it to end. And, at that moment, she suddenly realized why Melissa stayed.

“Fuck you’re so tight!” Helda gasped, sweat painting her brow as she thrust deep inside Libertygirl.

A groan was her only reply, a sound rising and suddenly peaking as an orgasm ripped through Libertygirl. The sound was music to Helda’s ear, a starting pistol to the marathon of fucking she proceeded to subject Libertygirl to.

“Tell me!” Helda barked. “Tell me how much you love my cock in your slutty pussy.”

“Auuuugh,” Libertygirl moaned. “I want ah. Ah. I waaaaant…”

“What? What do you want?”

“I want it!” Libertygirl wailed. “I want your cock in my slutty pussy! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuuuck me full of your cum! I want you to fill me up! Fill me with your shemale baby!”

Helda leaned forward, driving herself even deeper into the heroine as she captured Libertygirl’s lips. Now the superheroine kissed back, helpless in the struggle of tongues, overwhelmed by the sheer power and raw sexual strength Helda drove into the smaller female figure, punishing her for her resistance, rewarding her for her submission.

Helda threw back her head and shouted as she came deep inside Libertygirl, a cry echoed by the superheroine’s wail as she came with her. They slowed as one, post coital exhaustion gripping them both, the heady bliss filling them. Melissa smiled, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the blankets as she watched the father of her child pull free of Libertygirl and look at the spent heroine, yet gasping and shaking from the sheer experience she had gone through.