Rise of the Supervillains

Over the next few weeks, your team of vigilantes works to track down the Contortionist's partner, Missfire. Phantom remains your secret contact, feeding you S.P.E.R.M. intelligence via her covert meetings with Woodpecker. The two of them become quite close, and whilst their relationship can never be public, Ben begins referring to Maria as his girlfriend.

Your personal life, meanwhile, remains ever-fruitful: Carly has gradually grown closer to you, and now you're hooking up at least once a day. Holly seems to have accepted her addiction to your cum as a part of life, and regularly seeks you out in the evenings after dinner to greedily guzzle down your product. Maria is her usual ditzy self, seeking out ever more creative roleplay scenarios to act out with you. And your faithful girlfriend, Rachel, seems to be growing into her kinks. She loves hearing, or even seeing, your raunchy encounters with the other women in the house. And she's gotten into the habit of using your cum in rather unconventional ways - mixing it into her soap, her shampoo, her moisturiser: any excuse to spread it across her skin at the start of the day, then wear it with pride.

It's 7.30pm when the news comes in. You're out by the canal, Holly kneeling between your legs, her fingers sunk into your ass and her nose pressed against your pelvis as she greedily sucks and deep-throats your cock. The only sounds are the gentle sounds of the water, and the muffled moans and gags of Holly as she desperately tries to milk you for your cum. She's clearly been finding it harder and harder to last even the twenty-four hours between doses - you recently caught her greedily chugging an entire four-pint bottle of milk, the white fluid splashing all over her face and clothes as she struggled to swallow it fast enough. As she takes you right into her throat, her moans coming out as a vibration against your shaft, you weave your fingers into her hair, pondering how long it will take before she begs to suck your cock at breakfast, too. Not more than three days, surely.

That's when Ben bursts out of the back door of the house, not even giving Holly a second glance as he reports. "We've found her! Missfire! But not just her. We think she's met up with this new movement that S.P.E.R.M has been tracking. They seem to call themselves Humanity 2.0."

"Another illegal group of mutants?" you ask, mind whirring even as your cock throbs in Holly's wet mouth.

Ben nods. "Seems so. But they seem to be, I guess you'd call them, 'villains with a philosophy'. They're going to a warehouse in East London, out by Dartford."

"Great work," you say, breath catching as Holly runs her tongue all the way down the underside of your shaft, before taking your length all the way into her throat. "Get everyone ready. Artemis and I will be there in less than a minute."

With another quick nod, Ben darts back into the building. You look down at Holly, to see her eyes wide as she sucks and licks you, slowly bobbing up and down over just the bottom three inches of your cock. As you look at her, silently begging for your cock, her pretty, pale face full of need, you release straight down her throat. Holly clamps her lips around your base, hungrily swallowing again and again, until her cheeks start to bulge, and white gunk seeps out from the seal made by her soft pink lips. Finally you feel the last spurt, but Holly's throat keeps working around your shaft, swallowing again and again, tongue brushing against your cock as she completely empties her mouth of your batter. She reluctantly releases your cock, and smiles at you gratefully, her chin and neck stained with sticky white tracks.

"Thank you, Michael," she says, her voice low but deeply sincere.