I had my massive hands clenched around Rae's ass cheeks, my gigantic donkey cock going in and out of her, as I relieved all of my frustrations over Invincible's departure for Thraxxa on her tight, wet cunt. She was whining like a woman in heat, her body shuddering with every deep thrust, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice.
You like that, don't you, Rae?" I growled, savoring the dominance I exercised over her at this moment.
"Yes, Zan," she panted, pushing against me, pleading with me.
Her pussy was a hot receptive space, and my cock was built to fill it. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, and I knew that she was going to cum a second time. I smacked her ass, and she screamed, pushing me further over the precipice. Her cheeks were flushed with sweat, shaking with each plunge. My cock was a weapon of mass destruction, and I was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her cunt was so tight, it was like fucking a virgin each time. I was fucking her in costume, because I loved fucking superheroines in costume.
"You're so good, baby," I breathed into her ear, my hot, heavy breath sending shivers down her spine. "You're gonna make me cum so hard."
Her face was buried in the pillow, muffling her screams as I thrusted deep inside her. Her fat, round bottom was in the air, and I couldn't help but slap it again, feeling it ripple like a piece of sculpture. She had an amazing pair of tits—fat, ripe melons that jiggled with every thrust. They were topped by the darkest, most inviting nipples, inviting me to suck them and bite them. Her pussy was tight, but it was taking everything that I could not to cum, and she was loving every second of it.
"Give it to me, Zan," she gasped, her words strained with need. "I need it."
"Not yet, baby," I softly spoke, relaxing a little. "I need you to cum for me first."
At the cue, Rae's pussy constricted around me like a vice, her body trembling with the force of her climax. She let loose with a deep, guttural moan that filled the space, and I could feel her juices coating my dick, getting her that much wetter. Her pussy was drum-tight, and feeling her spend like that was like nothing else. I could sense that with or without filling her with a baby, she was getting just what she was seeking from this. And I was getting quite enough pleasure in turn.
Her moan was deeper now, and I'm certain that the rest of the Guardians could hear us. But screw them. I needed this and if they had a problem with me getting my dick wet, then screw them. I was keeping things together on Earth while Invincible was off playing space cowboy with Thraxxa, after all. I pounded her harder again, driving every last shred of strength that I could muster. Her ass pounded back up against me, and I couldn't help but revel in the way that her pussy surrounded me, stretched around my girth, and enveloped me.
"Daddy," she said, and I thrilled to the sound of that sweet, sweet term of endearment. She was placing herself entirely in my power, and I was not about to disappoint her.
Leaning forward, I pulled our bodies close, my cock deep inside her. Her neck was exposed, and I couldn't help but kiss and nibble at it, feeling her pulse beat beneath me. She smelled of sweat and sex, and I loved it. My balls were tightening up, orgasm nearing, and I could not continue much longer.
"Daddy, daddy, please," she pleaded with a desperate whine. I was no longer able to contain myself. With a shout that resounded through the halls of the GDA headquarters, I burst deep within her, filling her with all of my hot, gooey cum. Her pussy clenched around me as I filled her, her body shuddering with force of my climax. I leaned forward, nibbling her neck with my teeth, feeling her pulse with the bite. "Take it all, baby," I growled. "Yes, that's right."
Her fingernails scratched against sheets, her spine arching before me as she took everything I could give. Her pussy was damp, her juices intermingling with my cum, creating a puddle on the bed. I pulled away slowly, my cum trickling off her body, staining the brown sheets filthy. She rolled over onto her back on the bed , her chest heaving, her eyes hazy with euphoria.
And with our sex-party haze lifting, reality began to sink in. Rae's eyes flew open, and she sat bolt upright in shock. "Zandale, did you...?" She began, her voice trembling.
"Did I what?" I feigned ignorance, knowing beforehand exactly what she was planning on saying.
Did you... you know?" Rae spoke, her hand instinctively rising to her stomach.
I smiled, enjoying the moment. "You mean, did I impregnate you?"
Her eyes grew wide, and her head nodded, her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her hand still on her stomach.
I cackled wickedly, a shiver of delight at the thought. "Did you want me to put a baby in you?"
She drew in a deep breath, nodding, her eyes sparkling with excitement and fear. "I..I don't know," she panted, keeping her hand on her abdomen. "But the idea."
"Whatcha mean about the idea, Rae?" I taunted, my own voice husky. "Are you getting turned on by me putting a baby in you?"
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, and she was unable to gaze at me. "I-I don't know," she stuttered, though her hand remained on her stomach, stroking it softly.
In my mind, I couldn't help but draw a comparison between how similar she was to Kate, both with the same kink. But not like Kate. Whereas Kate was fixated on getting impregnated by me, Rae treated it like it was a kink.
I leaned forward, speaking softly against her ear, "I've got you, baby. Nothing is going to happen if I don't want it to."
She stared at me with a mix of relief and disappointment in her eyes but without saying anything. She figured that I could control her pregnancy, that I had a say about whether or not she'd carry a mini-Zandale in her womb. And sure, the thought of her being pregnant with our child was appealing, but we weren't exactly in a good space for that. Just like with Kate.
I got up from the bed, the costume hugging my muscle-sculpted body. The orange and white of Bastion Prime's roman suit stretched tightly over me like a second layer of skin, molding every ripple of muscle and every stomach groove. I pulled it up, still half-hard and dripping with her juices. "You know I have to go, Rae," I said, my head thick with lust and duty. "The world is waiting for its hero."
I couldn't help but smile. "You know you will, baby," I told her, stroking the back of her cheek with my hand. "You'll miss this fat, black dick splitting you open."
Her eyes smoldered with passion, and she leaned in to kiss me, her own tongue darting hungrily for mine. Her hand wandered between my thighs, my still-thudding cock stroked softly by her fingers. "Can I have a taste before you go?" she purred, her voice thick with eroticism.
"You want my spit, Rae?" I growled, clearly knowing what she was looking for. "You want me to claim you?"
Her eyes grew darker, and she nodded briefly. "Yes, please," she asked, parting her lips.
I grasped her neck, the warmth of her flesh against mine, and leaned forward to spit between her lips. It was an action that claimed her, that branded her mine, and she accepted it as the willing little prostitute that she was. She swallowed it, her eyes never faltering from mine, and I could taste the need there. She desired it all, desired to be claimed, but not now. I had things to attend to, and the world was not going to fix itself.
Tuning in to previous smirks and knowing glances from the rest of the Guardians as I departed headquarters, I couldn't help but feel a wave of annoyance with Rex Splode. That dumb motherfucker had probably had his ear glued to the door the whole time. He's always had a crush on Rae, and I just knew he was just waiting for me to make a mistake so he could swoop in and steal her from me. But she's mine, and there isn't anything he could do about it. My adaptive powers made sure that she was loyal to me after all that I did with her.
And then, while flying through clouds, suddenly peace was interrupted by that all too recognizable voice in my earpiece. "Zandale," was that commanding voice of my boss Cecil Stedman in my ear. "We have an issue."
"What is it?" I growled, fearing it wasn't going to be good.
"It's Omnipotus," he replied, and my semi-hard penis from Rae's yummy pussy lost all hardness. "He's wreaking havoc in Chicago. We need you there now."
"Got it," I answered, figuring the implications. Omnipotus was no joke—he was a cosmic-level villain that every single hero was required to defeat. He could warp reality, absorb energy, and was strong enough to push a planet. But I was not going to let him overtake my city, or world, if I had any say.
I flew over the world with an eye to the horizon, looking for any hint of destruction. The closer I flew to Chicago, the louder grew the pandemonium. Scorched metal clogged the air with a harsh odor and screams of frightened citizens. Neon-colored ejections striped the sky in the wake of his energy discharges, lighting up the day like an obscene aurora borealis.
"This is Omnipotus," he proclaimed, his resounding deep voice echoing over the city, "and this is the end of your wretched world!"
I hovered over the destruction, looking down upon the monster amidst the city. He was a man among men, a body of muscle that dwarfed my own seven feet to insignificance. His flesh was skeletal, his eyes vacant except for some sort of energy that seemed to suck the life from the air that he claimed. He had to be stopped, and I was alone capable of doing so.
"Bastion Prime," Omnipotus boomed, his deep, resonating voice seeming to emanate from every direction simultaneously. "I have long awaited your arrival."
"You're not the only one," I growled, taut muscle ready for combat. My adaptive powers began to flow through me, flesh afire with a smoldering energy as I leaped onto the field.
It began with a struggle for dominance, my hand connecting with Omnipotus's bony chest in a ear-shattering crack that echoed all over the city. His ribs creaked beneath my super strength, but his smile never wavered. He was playing with me, bending the fundamental fabric of reality in an attempt to keep me off balance. His arrogance only made me all the more determined to erase that smug smile from his face.
"You think you are so strong," he taunted, staring atme with wicked glee. "You are nothing but a fly to me, flitting annoyingly around until I swat you away."
I smiled, showing my teeth in the light of a fire raging. "Go on, Omnipotus," I growled, tensing up my muscles. "I've only just begun."
It was intense, our bodies colliding with divine force. His powers that warped reality made it difficult to get a clean shot, but every time I did, it was putting a torch to a gas refinery. He'd stumble back, and the ground beneath his feet shook. The buildings creaked, civilians were running for their lives, but all I could think of was Rae's sweet cunt, Kate's ass, Carla's lips on my dick. Their faces, their screams, gave me strength I never knew I had.
"You're a fool to think you can stop me." Omnipotus taunted, his skeletal hand lifting up a building and keeping it suspended in mid-air. I launched at him at light speed, dodging the falling wreckage with no trouble.
"You're the one who's foolish," I snapped, "if you think that you can match my strength."
His smug expression momentarily deserted him, and I recognized that I'd hit a nerve. Omnipotus sent a skyscraper hurtling my way, but I was too fast—I swatted it from mid-air, my muscles creaking but not shattering. Startled roars from the people below erupted as I chucked it aside like a plaything, the building crumpling with a deafening rage blocks away. "You're going down," I promised him, each word thrumming with lightning of fury.
We fought on, our powers colliding in a blur of destruction. He tried to rush me with an unholy amount of energy, but I absorbed it. It was like taking a warm shower after exercise—it was refreshing.
"Is that all you've got?" I taunted, flashing a gaze of impertinence.
"You wish for more?" Omnipotus smirked with an evil glint in his eye. "Alright, I'll show you exactly what a god can do."
He raised his arms, and the air around him began to shudder with energy. My own hairs on my arms stood up, the energy mounting until it seemed almost tangible. And then, with a shout that made the city shudder to their foundations, he unleashed a barrage of cosmic lasers, one brighter, one more potent than the last.
I was prepared for him. I centered my adaptive ability and allowed a burst of energy to course through me. My eyes were glowing orange against the blast before I launched a eyebeam of pure energy back at him. It met in a blistering flash of light with his own powers, our abilities cancelling each other out.
We hung there, momentarily stalemated in our duel, our beams interlocked in a deadly waltz of destruction. And then, with a roar, I pushed harder. The orange light exploded with a fiery brilliance, building to a fury that was like a supernova.
"You can't beat me, Bastion Prime" Omnipotus screamed, his laser building strength and intensity. "I am supreme!"
"Not anymore," I gritted, putting all my energy and fury through my laser. My orange beam expanded, dwarfing his width, with one final roar, I pushed it ahead.
It was an effect that I've never seen before—one of energy that tore through the city in shockwaves. His beam was shattered, his skeletal body vaporized in an instant, reduced to less mass than ash and the memory of his last, tortured scream. It was a burst of light that was blinding, with an instant's pause.
And cheers. Civilians gawked in awe as I, Bastion Prime, rescued their city from shambles. My chest was heaving with exhaustion, muscles crying for rest, but adrenaline sustained me. I hovered over the ruins, gazing over at destruction and people below. They looked up at me with hope in their faces, and in that moment, I believed I could accomplish anything.
My earpiece suddenly jolted alive with Cecil's words, "Good job, Zandale. You've outdone yourself again."
"Thanks, boss," I panted, still glowing from my victory. "But we can't get too cocky, though. There's always another Omnipotus lurking in the corner."
"By all means," Cecil replied, with a hint of respect in his tone. "But enjoy this one for a moment."