I sit in Mark's old bedroom, the very bedroom where he used to lie and fantasize about saving the world. Now I use it to hide out, the room where I have come to intimately acquaint myself with Debbie Grayson, something no superhero ever should. Her short black hair, and brown eyes that look up at you from a face that would bring any man to his knees. Full breasts that look like they are defying gravity without a bra, and nipples that stand at rigid attention even without. Her waist is small, curving off to hips that would cradle the world, and an ass so full that it would bounce quarters off of.
She wears a low, crimson-colored dress that clings to her shape like a second skin. The dress is scooped across the top, and I glimpse the tops of full, lush breasts. The dress falls just short of mid-thigh, and the smooth, curved legs are bare. The material is so thin that I can see the outline of dark-colored underwear underneath, hinting at treasures to come.
I sit on the edge of the bed, heart racing, watching her approach. She's been more demanding and entitled, lately. As if she is trying to fit it all in while she can, before it all ends. Before Invincible, her son, returns and makes this secret liaison impossible to continue. She moves toward me with sensual stride, hips swaying, eyes fixed upon me.
As I stand up, my already standing cock, due to being around her, pokes out from within my costume. It is large and heavy, a destructive force unto itself. Her eyes flash toward it, a sign of the starvation that quickly will be unleashed upon the globe. The only noise made is the sound of the dress sliding down off of her body, as it reveals to the world that of her underwear. Her breasts bob up and down softly as the dress reaches the ground, exposing those beautiful, rounded masses of skin that contain their dark, erect nipples.
She says not one word. Instead, she collapses to the ground at my feet, still gazing up at the axis of my cock. She reaches out trembling hands and strokes my penis gently, sending sparks racing through my system. I feel the wet heat of her breath as she pants heavily, then she closes those soft, full lips around my girth and swallows.
I groan as she starts sucking, her tongue wrapping itself around the tip. So intense is the feeling that I nearly forget to breathe. It requires two hands to stroke me up and down its entire length, her palms sliding along the shaft and up and down its sides as she gets into it. Her fingers are firm but delicate, working together in harmony with her mouth, a sensual harmony that is driving me insane. I can feel the indentation of her wedding ring where she labours, a cruel reminder of the taboo element to what we are doing.
"Mmmh, you like that don't you, Mrs. Grayson?" I growl low and rough and full of hunger. "You like being fucked by the world's biggest and strongest dick, don't you?"
Her gaze snaps to mine, blazing with a mix of intensity and challenge. She enjoys being controlled, and she knows that I am the one to do it. She nods, her head bobbing up and down gently, her breasts shaking with the movement, and she swallows more of me, her throat constricting around my cock. I feel myself on the verge of cumming, but I hold back. I wish for this to continue, to enjoy every minute of her submission.
"Yeah, you do. You enjoy that I am stronger than your boy, don't you?" I tell her, speaking menacingly. "That I'd be able to defeat him with ease, while he's off out there, saving the world."
Debbie smiles at what I say, and she responds by producing that guttural moan, her mouth still full of my cock. She seizes the challenge, hand moving faster, sucking more intensely. I feel the spittle sliding down the shaft of my cock as she gets to work, the sucking rough against the sensitive tissue just enough for me to tense up.
The power shift within the room is so evident. She is down on all fours, yet she holds all of the power. She realizes that I am not going to be able to stop, not now. So I retake a portion of that power. I grab a clump of hair and jerk her head back to expose her throat. Her gag is tight, yet she is conditioned now to continue. I lean down and spit in her mouth, seeing the tears well up within her eyes yet she swallows, the muscles of her throat closing around my cock.
"You are such a good slut for me, you know?" I whisper, the low growl of my voice echoing off of the empty room. "You'd do whatever Bastion Prime wants."
Debbie nods a second time, too full to respond, but the look that passes between the two of us is all the reply I need. She is mine, for so long as I need. But that beep that reaches my earpiece is growing louder, more urgent. The world needs to be saved once more. The world finds its irony amusing: I, this world's greatest hero, off to save these anonymous people who are blissfully unaware of the decadence within which I wallow between heroics.
With one final, soft pull on her hair, I pull free from her mouth, my cock glistening from being coated in her saliva. She looks up at me, the lipstick smudged and face red. I zip up my pants, folding the material discreetly over the still-hard shaft. She stands up, the dress swirling around her ankles like a lake of passion, its color a deep, fiery crimson.
"Call me, Debbie. Whenever you're feeling... lonely," I tell her, dropping to a low growl.
Debbie follows the path of my retreating cock, a look of lust and disappointment upon her face. Nodding, she stands and gets her dress. Her physique is a thing of art, the type of figure that would bring empires crashing down. Her ass, so round and tight, makes mine throb to plunge myself deep within her depths again, yet duty beckons. I draw closer to her, one hand following the curve of the small of her back, sensing the heat of her skin. I lean down and whisper within her ear, "And when you do, I'll come running. I'll fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll forget all about your little heroes."
Her breathing hiccups, and she shivers under my touch. "I swear," she whispers almost soundlessly. "I'll warn you first, before you. you know." She gestures towards the open window, my dramatic exits from which have occurred hundreds of times already, my body a blur as I depart with her breathless and aching.
With a final, lingering glance at that lovely form, I turn away from the room and head towards the window, launching myself into the cold of the Chicago night. I feel the wind whipping around me as I fly through the air, my cape flying behind me like the wings of a dark angel. City lights glow like stars off in the distance, a bitter alternative to the blackness I left behind inside.
I respond to the voice in my earpiece as the wind whips by my face. "What is it, Cecil?" I growl, the sound of the city fading away as I ascend higher into the sky.
Cecil's voice is its usual calm. "Zandale, we need you to go to Upstate University. Mark's college dorm, specifically."
My heart skips a beat. "What for?"
"There is an alien there named Allen who is there with Mark," I'm told by Cecil. "He asked for your presence as well."
I nodded my head, my mind whirling with the possibilities for why Thaedus would send the Champion for the Coalition of Planets, Allen the Alien, to see Mark. In the end, I knew it had something to do with the Viltrumite War.
"Alright, I'm on my way," I say into the earpiece, trying to keep my voice steady. "But I need to know which dorm."
Cecil provides the address and room number of the dorm without hesitation.
"And, Zandale," he continues, becoming grave all of a sudden, "you can never allow Mark to find out what goes on between you and Debbie."
I swivel through the air, my cape wrapped around me as a lover's arms might. "How did you..." I don't even try to finish the question. Naturally, he knows. He always knows.
Cecil's response is swift and unapologetic. "It is not my place to judge, Zandale. It is my duty, however, to see that the most powerful force of this planet remains... manageable."
My fists clenched, my costume fabric stiffening around them. "And what does that mean?"
"It means exactly how it sounds like," Cecil's voice was cold and commanding. "If the truth of your extracurricular activities with Debbie were ever to come to light, it would ruin everything for all of us."
I push the thought away with a huff, flying off to Upstate University. The wind against my skin is a balm, the initial rush of adrenaline fading now to steely resolve. I will not be moved by this. I am Bastion Prime. I determine the destiny of the world every single day, and I will not let one tiny secret take that away from me.
I drift up to the dorm room window, where I glimpse Mark conversing with a strong, orange-skinned creature with a single huge eye and a fin sitting atop his head. The alien's powerful muscles is obviously an indicative of power, and there's a confidence exuding from him despite seeing him from through the window.
I tap lightly against the glass, waiting for Mark to notice who is without his costume mask. His eyes widen with surprise as he sees me, and he gestures for Allen to remain quiet. The alien turns around, and his expression changes from a quizzical one to alarm. Allen gives a nod, and Mark steps aside for me to enter.
I climb in through the open window, the curtains swelling outward as though the very fabric of fate itself was opening for a monarch. I'm in the room with a gentle thud of boots on floor, with my cape streaming back from my shoulders as I stride into the room.
"Invincible," I repeat with a nod, my deep, even voice echoing off the walls of the small room.
Allen the Alien looks at me, one eye studying me with a thoughtful expression. "Bastion Prime," he declares with a deep, sonorous voice that is a controlled bass and resonates deep within my bones. "I've heard a great deal about you."
I nod back, my voice level. "I'm assuming you're not here for a social call."
Allen's face becomes somber. "As a matter of fact, I'm not. I'm here representing the Coalition of Planets. We have need for your particular abilities."
I grunt. "Partciular, indeed."
Allen's eyes remain unwavering. "You have talent that is unmatched on this planet, Bastion Prime. I need you to join me to Talescria. The Coalition is preparing for a final showdown with the Viltrumites, and your strength will be invaluable."
I rub my walrus mustache, deliberating. Saving the world—or, I guess rather more accurately, the universe—is weighing heavy on my shoulders. "I will do it," I finally say, "but Earth needs protection. I need to find a suitable replacement to take care of it."
Allen gives a nod, eyes unflinching. "Understood. Thanks."
But as the conversation becomes inconsequential, I find myself reminiscing about Debbie, the manner in which she had sucked my cock, with tears streaming down her face while she constricted around my shaft. I can feel myself harden once again, my costume material taut against my expanding cock. I shift awkwardly, praying Allen and Mark don't see the change in my posture.
Then, finally, the conversation is over, and I'm ready to escape for a second time through the window. Before I can move, though, I see Mark's eyes. His eyes are looking at me with that annoying hero-worship again. I feel a twinge of guilt for what I've been up to with his mom. It's nothing, however, compared to what goes through my veins whenever I think of her.
"I'll be in touch," I say to him, my voice firm. He nods, seeming pleased I will assist. As if I would do anything else. The Coalition of Planets needs my help? They are going to get more than what they've asked for.