Z-City Sky — High Above the Earth
Their lips met.
Soft. Electric. Real.
Tatsumaki's entire world compressed into that single point of contact — warmth blooming outward from her mouth, like sunlight pressing against her soul. Her body melted into the sensation, the tension she'd carried her whole life dissolving in a single instant.
Her hands curled slightly against Damian's chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, as if anchoring herself to the moment. His kiss wasn't forceful — it was controlled, deliberate… but confident. His lips were warm, firm, but gentle. Inviting. Like they belonged there.
Her heart thundered in her ears.
This is…
This is my first kiss…
And it was everything.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She leaned into him fully now, savoring the way his presence surrounded her — his heat, his scent, the subtle rumble of power that always lingered beneath his calm exterior. Her small body pressed to his, their breath shared, her cheeks glowing with a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
Damian, composed even in the most intimate moments, allowed the kiss to deepen just slightly — his hand rising to rest on her waist, fingers splaying gently over the soft fabric of her skirt. Not possessive. Not pushing.
Just there. Just right.
But after a few seconds more, he opened his eyes — just enough to watch her.
Tatsumaki's lashes trembled. Her expression was serene, lost in the kiss, the softest sound escaping her throat as if she didn't want the moment to end.
So he made the decision.
Slowly, carefully, he parted his lips and drew back — just a fraction of an inch.
Their mouths separated with the barest whisper.
Her lips remained parted, eyes still closed — breath caught in that in-between place.
Then, after a soft second, her eyes fluttered open.
Emerald.
Vulnerable.
Searching.
Damian looked down at her, his face calm, his thumb brushing gently across her hip where his hand had settled.
And then, his voice — low and intimate.
"…Can I ask you something?"
Tatsumaki blinked up at him. Her breathing was still shallow, still recovering. Her cheeks burned with color, her chest rising and falling just a bit faster than normal.
She barely nodded.
"…Y-Yes," she whispered — the word soft, breathy, like she wasn't even fully aware she'd said it.
Her gaze stayed locked on his, wide and open, the flush still painting her skin. Her knees were still on either side of his thigh, her skirt fluttering slightly in the breeze as she continued to straddle him atop the Nimbus — the warm pressure between her legs a constant, growing thrum of sensation she didn't know how to process yet.
She didn't move.
Didn't dare.
All she knew… was that she wanted to hear whatever Damian wanted to ask.
Damian's gaze lingered on hers — firm but gentle, the softness in his eyes contrasting the weight behind his next question.
"…What do you want from this, Tatsumaki?" he asked, voice low, almost reverent. "This night, this date... me."
He paused.
"And... are you really okay with me continuing to see your sister?"
Tatsumaki didn't blink. Her body was still flushed, her thoughts a whirlwind — but her desire, her clarity in this moment, burned steady through it all.
Her voice came out quietly — but there was strength behind it. Purpose.
"What do I want…?" she echoed, her hands tightening slightly against his sides. "To be honest… I've never really known. My life's always been about control, strength, proving myself…"
Her breath hitched, and she leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his again.
"But right now? I want you."
Damian's heart thudded once in his chest.
Tatsumaki's eyes burned with that same psychic fire she used in battle — but now it was charged with something else. Something primal.
"And if my sister can have you," she whispered, "why can't I?"
He stared — caught off guard by her boldness, but unable to look away.
"And if I'm here alone with you right now," she added, the wind catching her hair as it floated around her like a storm barely held back, "then I plan to take full advantage of it. I am the older sister, after all…"
She leaned in, voice a seductive whisper.
"I should get first dibs."
Damian's jaw flexed. A pulse of heat surged through his chest — then lower.
His body reacted instantly.
He didn't say a word — he just moved.
His hands slid up her arms and over her shoulders, strong fingers curling around her as he pulled her down into him. Their mouths crashed together, no hesitation this time. Lips parted. Tongues met. Breath, saliva, heat — exchanged in a rhythm that was far more battle than embrace.
Above them, the starry sky shimmered silently.
Tatsumaki moaned into his mouth, her aura flaring outward in a wild pulse of green, dancing like flame along the surface of the Nimbus. Her hands roamed his chest, his neck, threading into his hair.
Damian's self-control, already strained from the long day and the intimacy of the moment, cracked.
In one motion — fluid, powerful, but never rough — he shifted, lifting them both and moving with supernatural grace. He guided her down onto her back, his body hovering above hers, knees braced on either side of her hips.
She gasped, her eyes wide — not in fear, but in stunned exhilaration.
The golden cloud below adjusted itself to cradle them both, their bodies silhouetted against the deep violet of the heavens.
"You're stronger than I thought," she whispered breathlessly.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he replied, voice deep, heated.
She surged upward, kissing him again, her aura igniting in full force now — wind curling around them in a cyclone of lust and emotion.
Damian's arms locked around her, his control barely holding. Not because she was fragile — no, she was far from that — but because for the first time since arriving in this world, he was with someone who could possibly match his strength in bed.
Someone not just powerful but also with a model like face and perfect petite body.
Just as unrelenting.
And just as hungry.
As those thoughts surged through Damian's mind, her green aura suddenly flared — not in aggression, but in challenge.
And that's when he let down his bio-field — just for a moment.
The very second he did, Tatsumaki surged forward and pressed into him — flipping the balance of power with shocking speed and precision.
Damian exhaled in surprise as his back hit the cloud, the soft golden Nimbus adjusting instantly beneath him to cradle his form.
Now, she was above him.
Her face hovered just above his, lips inches from his cheek. Her voice came in a sultry whisper, warm against his ear.
"I've got some strength too," she murmured. "Now… stay there."
Damian blinked — genuinely impressed.
Then, she moved.
Crawling atop him in slow, deliberate motions, she straddled his waist, fingers gliding up the sides of his torso, tracing the lines of power beneath. Her eyes gleamed, both playful and intense.
She didn't use her hands next — just her mind.
With a whisper of psychic energy, she unwrapped his shirt like a gift — peeling the dark fabric away with telekinetic precision.
Damian's upper body was revealed in the dim starlight — his Kryptonian physique carved to perfection. A six-pack that looked sculpted by divine hands. Broad chest. Defined shoulders. Muscles that tensed and flexed with supernatural symmetry, his skin glowing faintly under the fading touch of solar absorption. Not bulky. Not monstrous.
Just… perfect.
Her breath hitched.
Tatsumaki stared in stunned silence for a long beat — eyes roving across the map of strength laid bare beneath her. Then her teeth gently grazed her lower lip.
She dipped lower.
Starting at his navel, she pressed her lips gently to his skin — soft, slow kisses that trailed upward.
One at a time.
From the center of his stomach, up over the ridges of his abdomen, along the line of his sternum. Her kisses were slow, savoring. Worshipful. Each one hotter than the last.
She reached his chest — lingered there with a kiss over his heart, feeling it thudding with power.
Then up his neck.
His pulse.
His jaw.
And finally — their lips met again.
A kiss not of curiosity this time, but hunger.
And Damian kissed her back with equal fire — hands rising once more, sliding along her waist, holding her close as their bodies pressed together beneath the stars.
Then, his hands moved with purpose.
They slid down the sides of her waist, firm but reverent, feeling the shape of her hips through the soft fabric of her skirt. Then lower — gliding over her thighs, warm and smooth beneath his touch. Every movement calculated, but every sensation raw.
And then he reached the end of her fabric...
His hands slipped under the hem of her skirt, finding bare skin.
His palms rose slowly, tracing the curve of her body with a pressure that sent shivers across her back. And when he reached the crest of her ass, his fingers flexed — gripping gently at first, then tighter.
A surprised gasp escaped Tatsumaki's lips, muffled by his mouth.
Damian stilled.
Then squeezed again.
It wasn't just the shape — though it was perfect: firm, rounded, impossibly smooth — but the way her warmth melted into his hands. It was like holding concentrated heat, her body humming with power barely restrained beneath skin softer than anything he'd touched in this world.
He exhaled through his nose, pulling her closer — not roughly, but with the undeniable pull of someone no longer pretending to resist.
Tatsumaki moaned softly against his lips, her body pressing into his fully now. Her thighs tightened around his waist, hips shifting against his, her aura flaring in green pulses that crackled faintly in the sky around them.
She was no longer shy.
And he was no longer holding back.
With her still straddling him, Damian sat up — just enough to press their foreheads together, breathing the same breath.
"You feel like fire," he whispered, voice low and rough.
"And you," she whispered back, her fingers slipping into his hair, "feel like gravity."
The golden Nimbus spun lazily through the starlit sky, a slow drift that matched the rhythm of their rising heartbeat. Above them, a meteor traced a line across the heavens — brief, bright, gone in a flash.
But neither of them saw it.
Because in that moment — tangled in the stars, wrapped in heat and tension and trust — the only world that mattered was the one they were building with touch and breath and unspoken promises.
And as Damian's hands roamed her body again, pulling her close, and Tatsumaki's aura flared like wildfire…
She shoved him back down, his hands still wrapped around her ass, she then guided his hands to his side. Still on top, she finally could no longer wait; she felt a hard, thick pulse growing in his shorts. She gulped, then with a devilish smile, Tatsumaki leaned down, kissing his stomach, then reaching his shorts, she bit at his waistline playfully before deciding to remove them quite fiercely with her powers.
Damian, not wearing any underwear, was now fully naked in front of the beautiful green-haired psyker. Before her, standing up straight, a perfect 9 inch cock, thick, and better than what she could've ever imagined. Tatsumaki starred at his cock in shock and amazement.
Then, a slight shake of her head, an unknown feeling of total hunger and desire took over. Not knowing what she was doing, but to Damian, she seemed like a professional. Tatsumaki slowly approached his cock. First kissing it and wrapping both of her petite hands around his shaft. Amazed by how hard, thick, and long it is. She couldn't help herself. kissing from head to base and then she started stroking his cock while she started to suck one of his balls.
His cock pulsed with pleasure, his body voluntarily squirmed, Tatsumaki feeling his movements took it as a sign of enjoyment and continued with more vigor. She stopped sucking his balls, then went on to licking his shaft like a Lolli-pop. She then placed her small mouth around the fat head of his cock barely fitting over it. Then activating her green aura she began suck up and down with perfect precise movements. Increasing the suction force. Damian started to moan slightly and squirmed more. The pleasure was overwhelming.
He opened his eyes, looking at this beauty with his cock in her mouth. Her blouse was slowly falling off from the sexual acts. Damian, enthralled by the image, used his ruler's authority skill, and with one thought, her clothes were removed instantly. Tatsumaki lifted her head take a brief pause from the blowjob, smiled at Damian, "Well I hope you're not disappointed with me?" she said in a serious but flirty tone. Damian responded, "Not at all, in fact, you might be the best I've ever had, and forgive me if I can't control myself." As he said that, Tatsumaki still stroking his fat cock, giggled and looking at Damian seductively, and said softly, "You can do whatever you want to me, please do Damian."
Not even a second after Damian reversed the role, placing Tatsumaki on her back, now she lay naked. Her nipples hard, and her perfectly untouched pink pussy pulsed warm and soaking wet. Damian smelled the intoxicating hormones melting from her body.
He began his foreplay of kissing her on the lips, then on her neck, and on her stomach, as he reached her waxed pussy, no hair, literally perfect. He kissed then licked the top slit, finding her barely visible clit. As he started pleasuring her with precise, gentle, but firm tongue action. Tatsumaki, immediately overwhelmed by this situation, subconsciously grabbed Damian's hair, pulling wildly while she moaned.
Her pussy started convulsing, getting wetter and wetter, until a loud cry but it wasn't because of pain, no she climaxed so fiercely that a green shockwave was sent out. Luckily, nestled in the atmosphere, no destruction occurred, just waves of energy pulsating from pleasure.
Damian seeing this, rose up placing his cock on top of her pussy lips, gliding up and down, his lust had reached his maximum. Looking down at Tatsumaki moaning and her eyes fluttering, Damian whispered, "Are you okay, if I put it inside?"
Tatsumaki stretched her arms out grabbing his hair pulling Damian down for an intense kiss, she moaned then backed her lips away from him and said seductively, "Fuck me as long as you can..." Tatsumaki then reached down with her right hand guiding his huge cock to her pussy, her legs spreading wide, opening herself even more for Damian. She finally felt his cock situate at the entrance.
Her body convulsed slightly as the size was thicker than expected, but her soaking wet hole was ready for this dragon. After enjoying this scene, Damian took over control, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. Using his free hand he slowly pushed his cock inside her virgin walls, Tatsumaki, "Oh my fucking, god! You're so big... warm... and-I can't think!" Damian, halfway in, surprised by how much she could take, smirked, then started grinding back and forth, causing Tatsumaki's eyes to roll back, and heavy, hot breaths escaping her mouth.
Her body arched back as Damian picked up speed. Fucking her properly now, the two of them slammed flesh, skin, and sweat. Violent slapping and pulsating green energy waves were dispersing everywhere in the sky. These waves of energy were visible to all of Z City's citizens, creating a similar effect to the Northern Lights phenomenon.
"Uggggghhhhhhhhhh, Fuck!" and Tatsumaki squirted everywhere!
Damian, mesmerized by the result, pulled out briefly, letting her squirt all over him. Her love juices smelled sweet, making him grab one of her legs place over his shoulder as he licked the her cum from her leg, as she had been squirting and orgasming continuously while they fucked.
Finally, Tatsumaki regained composure, looking at Damian with seductive eyes. She asked, "I hope I taste as good as your cock does..." Then she slowly rose up, green aura fully enabled, slowly landed on top of his cock now both in a seated hugging position. His cock completely submerged inside her hitting her vaginal walls, stretching to her limit.
She let out a wild scream, "Fuck yessss!" "Please fuck me harder!"
Damian moaning in sync, started pushing his cock deeper and then started moving out and in, and Tatsumaki using her power at full force slammed her perky ass up and down. Damian loving the intensity using momentum to fuck her even harder.
Tatsumaki's eyes rolling back, hugging and puffing, moaning, and screaming in pleasure, made Damian lose all track of time. They continue to fuck relentlessly, trying new positions... doggie... reverse cowgirl, floating 69, etc... and currently one and half hours later they are floating above the Nimbus suspended, while Damian fucking nonstop, but feeling an overbearing build up of cumm in his balls starting to swell ready to impregnate.
Tatsumaki suspended laying flat with her hands out at her side, back arched head bouncing, as Damian continues to pound her once virgin pussy without breaks.
She was getting ready to squirt and cumm again. Her pussy now soaked wet, a build up of creamy cum coated Damian's shaft and slowly dripped down onto the nimbus as her pussy was completely Damian's.
She raised her head, looking at Damian's eyes wide open, "Don't stop, I'm going... to cummm, again, please don't pull out, please keep going." Somewhat listening but focused on his pleasure and trying to hold his cum, says, "Tatsumaki, I'm finally going to cum, if I don't stop-"
"DON'T STOP! CUM INSIDE ME OVER AND OVER! I DON'T CARE... I want every part of you INSIDE ME!"
That's all he needed to hear, pulling her into a bear hug while inside her, Damian pressed Tatsumaki down as much as he could, driving his cock so deep inside hitting her walls, he felt his cock hit her lining, she screamed orgasming again, and Damian finally, let go… cumming!
What would seem like buckets worth of cum, blasted with such veracity, that any normal human would've died from the pressure releasing so violently. Tatsumaki was completely fine, in fact, she orgasmed again as each pulse of cumm shot inside her, making her twitch in sync. Since they started fucking she had activated her green psyker energy enhancing her body to its extreme limit so not only Damian could enjoy her more, but so she could experience what a real god level man felt like.
And in Tatsumaki's mind, all she knew was that she never wanted this moment to end. "I don't know how lucky I am to have him, I'll never let him go. And my sister, well, she'll have to share him…"
Tatsumaki head fell back as Damian's last pulse of cum shot out hitting her vaginal walls and seeping out of her pussy dripping cum from both everywhere.
Both of them silent enjoying the bliss, but Damian's cock was still hard as rock, he pulled out of Tatsumaki, the rest of his cumm poured out like a waterfall. He smirked and said gently to her, "Well, I definitely came inside you, and my god, you feel like heaven…" Tatsumaki rose back up, kissing him passionately.
They slowly floated down, landing on the Nimbus standing straight. Damian still ready to go for another round, his cock pointed straight hitting Tatsumaki's ribs… Kissing Tatsumaki, then they broke apart, and as if she was reading his mind, her hands started stroking his cock again.
She knelt down and started blowing Damian, his cock twitching from the suction force and Tatsumaki gagging while swirling tongue... Tatsumaki a natural in every way, sucked and licked slowly, and intensely as she looked up at Damian wanting to see his every reaction.
And round 2 was ready to begin…
Back at Saitama's Apartment
Z-City – Late Evening
The glow of the TV bathed the small living room in flickering light as the trio huddled around their game of Hero Battle Royale X. Empty soda cans, chip bags, and bento boxes were scattered like casualties from an earlier skirmish.
King sat stiffly on the couch, gripping his controller with white knuckles. "Do you… feel that?"
The screen rumbled slightly, not from the game — but from something else entirely.
Genos, standing by the window in standby mode, paused mid-blink. "Yes. I detected a sudden surge in psychic energy. Controlled… but massive."
Saitama was cross-legged on the floor, sipping tea with his free hand and mashing buttons with the other. He glanced up. "You think it was a monster attack?"
King shook his head slowly, his eyes wide behind his glasses. "No. Not exactly. More like… a pressure wave. Rhythmic. Pulsing. Almost like…"
He trailed off as the TV screen jolted with static for a moment, then steadied.
Genos tilted his head slightly. "Almost like something emotional."
The entire apartment shuddered slightly again — the tea rippling in Saitama's cup like a scene straight out of a kaiju movie. A low, building thrum echoed through the walls, shaking the futons and rattling the chopsticks still sitting on the table.
Saitama set down his cup with a sigh, stretching his arms lazily. "So, uh… anyone else think we should maybe light some incense before they come back?"
King was still frozen. "Forget incense. We might need a priest to cleanse the city!"
Genos added matter-of-factly, "Based on the energy pattern, I estimate an 89% chance Tatsumaki is currently straddling Damian."
Both Saitama and King whipped around to stare at him.
"…What?" Saitama blinked.
Genos blinked back, emotionless. "I ran full-spectrum bioscans of the sky. The only reason a psychic signature would spike and pulse at that frequency… is if emotional and physical tension were being simultaneously—"
Saitama raised both hands, face slightly pink. "Okay, okay! Say no more. We get it. She's, uh… aggressively not fighting him."
King groaned and sank back into the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know whether to be impressed… or horrified."
The apartment rumbled again. This time, the table scooted an inch to the left. The TV stand creaked.
Saitama squinted toward the window. "You think they're doing it in the sky?"
Genos nodded solemnly. "Above 20,000 feet. Possibly mid-stratosphere."
"…Wow, Damian is a bold one," King muttered. "Also… kinda epic?"
Saitama scratched the back of his head. "Well, she's definitely attacking him. But probably with kisses. Or more."
He grinned.
"Good for Damian."
The trio went quiet for a moment as the TV screen wobbled again. The controller nearly fell out of King's hands.
Then King stood, brushing chip crumbs off his lap. "Yeah. You know what? I should probably head home. In case they come back together… they'll need space."
Saitama raised a brow. "What, you scared of seeing something?"
King shook his head, deadpan. "I'm scared of hearing something."
He stepped into his shoes, gave a respectful nod to Genos, and waved lazily at Saitama.
"Thanks for dinner! See you guys tomorrow — assuming we all survive the aftermath."
Genos gave a polite bow. "Goodnight, King."
He opened the door—
—and froze.
Standing outside in the hallway, her ear pressed gently to the doorframe, green eyes wide in restrained fury, was none other than Fubuki.
King's soul briefly left his body.
"…"
Fubuki didn't move.
Didn't blink.
She slowly straightened, brushing a strand of hair from her face, expression neutral. But King saw it. That twitch in her eye. The subtle shift in her aura. The icy calm before a Category 5 psychic tsunami.
"…I—" King started, sweating. "I-I don't know how much you heard, b-but your sister and Damian definitely aren't here! Nope! Totally unrelated psychic storm! Could be the weather! Anyway I have to go BYE—!"
He darted around her and bolted down the hallway like his life depended on it.
Because it probably did.
Fubuki stepped inside without a word.
The door closed quietly behind her.
She stood motionless in the entryway for several seconds. Her eyes scanned the messy apartment — gaming clutter, half-eaten bento boxes, a crumpled rice cooker flyer — like she was trying to remember what it felt like to live in a world that made sense.
Then she slumped onto the couch near the door.
Saitama and Genos watched from the living room like children who'd just heard their parents start fighting upstairs.
Genos cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Miss Fubuki… are you alright? Would you like something to eat?"
Saitama walked over next to him, scratching the back of his neck, his voice uncertain. "We've got... sea monster stew left? Or tea?...Or I can turn on the TV?"
Fubuki didn't answer at first. Her fingers clenched faintly in her lap. Her posture was stiff — too stiff — and her eyes were locked straight ahead like she was reviewing battle plans.
Then slowly, she turned toward them.
"…Can I wait here?" she asked flatly. "Until they get back."
Her voice was steady.
Her expression unreadable.
Her aura — calm.
Too calm.
Saitama and Genos exchanged a look.
Genos scanned her vitals in real time. Heart rate: stable. Blood pressure: high. Psychic energy: charged but controlled. No imminent detonation detected — yet.
"…Of course," Genos said gently. "Make yourself at home."
Saitama nodded, slowly backing away. "Y-Yeah. Feel free. You're definitely not giving off the vibe of someone planning revenge."
Fubuki didn't smile. She folded her hands neatly in her lap, crossing one leg over the other.
"Thank you," she said.
The room went still. Tense. Unblinking.
Saitama tiptoed back toward the kitchen and whispered under his breath, "Genos… I think we're sitting on a time bomb."
Genos whispered back, "Affirmative. Recommend evacuating all flammable objects."
Saitama clenched his butt instinctively — not from fear, but from stress-induced gastrointestinal pressure.
He whispered again. "I hope Damian's ready. 'Cause I don't know what she's thinking, but…"
He glanced toward Fubuki.
"…She's planning."
To be continued...