No, he has more in store

After satisfying his savage primal urges, leaving the dozing Ultramom a ruined, cum and saliva stained mess from all holes, Mr Somnus noted that 2 hours had passed. Time flies when you were having fun.

Ultraboy, aka Bryce Anderson, was out in a nearby mall with friends. He had been out for 3 hours and was getting bored. He wanted to enjoy this crime-free day. After all, when did he have so much time to relax without having to change into his superhero costume in an instant and fight crime? It started with watching a movie, then going to the arcade, eating lunch, and now they were just walking and talking while drinking smoothies. It was getting boring, and he had enough fun for the day. He was considering ending the day on a high note and taking one last trip to the arcade before going home.

Back at home, Mr Somnus now wanted to let his rage out.

He tied Ultramom, still snoozing, with rope firmly into the couch spread eagle. Mr Somnus rubbed her nipples as he looked at his new punching bag. Now that Ultramom was considerably weaker, she didn't seem so invincible after all.

He flexed a bit, his fitness hadn't been as good as it was in his prime, with his muscles slowly turning into a big flabby stomach. Still, he had been waiting for this day.

He threw a barrage of punches at her exposed tits, earning a moan from Ultramom in response, who probably dreamt of a loving massage. "Such obscene tit meat!" He even started to elbow, slap and pinch her nipples.