Super Mega 3 (Heroes & Harems)

by Nolan Fury

  They both rolled their eyes at the sound of her name.

  “She’s out shopping,” Zepha said as she strolled out of her bedroom, heading toward the kitchen. She seemed thoroughly disinterested, but I knew better.

  She had creamy skin, violet eyes, and lavender hair that she wore in long pigtails. She was equally gorgeous. Her black leather bodysuit competed with Chrome's for the tightest fit.

  Zepha put on a good show pretending that she wasn't interested, but she had shared her thoughts with me once before, expressing interest. But it seemed like she didn't have any intention of joining my budding harem. She seemed like the kind of girl who wanted to be the sole focus. They all kind of seemed that way, but Surge and Chrome were willing to make exceptions, though that seemed to be coming to a head today.

  Mika, on the other hand, didn't really care. I think it was mostly about the sex with her. She could shape shift and appear as almost anyone. I had sex with her on a few occasions thinking she was someone else. She was definitely a free spirit, and a little bit of a troublemaker. But she had her own charm. They all did.

  If I had to pick between them, I don't think I could do it. My relationship with each one of them was slightly different and unique. They were all special to me in their own way, but there was no denying Surge and I had something special. The other girls knew that.

  “If neither of you want to share me tonight, you can just flip for," I said.

  "I don't think I should have to flip,” Surge said. “It's my night."

  "Didn't somebody write the schedule down somewhere?" I asked.

  "We did at one point," Chrome said. "But I have no idea where that piece of paper is. And we got off last week because of the holiday. Then you are on Rylos 8 for two days. So it makes it kind of complicated."

  "Isn't anybody gonna ask me how my day is going so far?” I said, trying to change the subject. “After all, I did just risk my life in the pursuit of truth, justice, and the Ultraverse way.”

  They both scoffed.

  "Please, Rodney is a two bit super," Chrome said. If he gave you any real trouble, I'd be concerned."

  I hesitated. "Well, he has acquired some advanced energy manipulation."

  Both of the girls looked unimpressed.

  "But nothing I couldn't handle. Obviously."

  The two of them stood there with folded arms, waiting for me to solve their dilemma. Zepha milled about in the kitchen, making herself a sandwich.

  "Why don't we just simplify the situation,” I said. “I’ll take all three of you out tonight, then we can start our rotation tomorrow?"

  "No," they both said in unison. Chrome and Surge exchanged a quick glance.

  "We'll both take you tonight,” Chrome said. “You can have Mika tomorrow night. Then you can start one on one with each of us."

  "Sounds fair." I looked at Surge for her approval.

  She nodded.

  "It's settled. Problem solved.” I paused. “Or, we could get rid of this whole rotation thing and find a better solution.”

  “Like what?” Surge asked.

  I shrugged. “More group sex.”

  Surge rolled her eyes.

  I had to admit, having more than one girlfriend was more difficult than I had anticipated. It meant there were orders of magnitude more problems to deal with. On the upside, I was getting so much ass that I thought my dick was going to fall off, but the emotional aspect of the relationships needed just as much nurturing. That said, I wouldn't trade it for anything. It beat the shit out of being a geeky college student with no prospects.

  There were times when I felt like an imposter. Deep down inside, I was still that geeky college kid. And would my girls still be into me if they knew the real me?

  Surge was always fond of saying that the Ultraverse allowed you to become your true self. And this was who I was always meant to be—Ben, the superhero.

  She had seen me back on Earth. But Chrome hadn’t. That was another reason I never wanted to go back to Earth. If I had a choice, I think I would give up all of my superpowers before I gave up my girls.

  4

  Music pumped through the club, vibrating my chest. It was so loud I could feel my balls rattle. Colored spotlights swirled, slashing through thick fog, painting the dance floor with vibrant hues.

  Surge and Chrome danced amid the sea of club-goers. They took turns grinding their hips against me and each other. The girls shook their hair, and their perky breasts jiggled in tight tops. Their hot bodies were covered with a mist of sweat that glistened in the light, accentuating their sumptuous valleys of cleavage.

  Every guy in the club checked them out.

  I just smiled because I knew they were all mine.

  We had eaten dinner at El Diablo’s Mexican restaurant. It was Space-Mex, which was sort of like Tex-Mex mixed with various offerings from around the galaxy. After indulging in Antarian beef fajitas and a few margaritas, we had made our way to Tectonics. It was a trending dance club that was always packed to the gills with beautiful people. Short skirts and stiletto heels abounded. It was the kind of place where women looked their best, and men dressed to impress. The line to get in practically circled the block. On a busy night, you could wait for hours to get inside, if you could make it past the bouncer.

  Pretty girls got in easy. Guys either had to know somebody, or be with at least two women.

  I used to be terrified of dancing. But I had figured out the secret—just move a little in rhythm and let the girls do all the work. And try not to spill your drink. Mine was reaching the bottom of the glass and wasn’t that much of a challenge anymore.

  “You ready for another drink,” Chrome said with a flirtatious smile.

  “Absolutely,” I replied.

  She swiped my glass from my hand and took Surge’s as well. “Don’t go anywhere.” She sauntered away, her tight ass bouncing from side to side. My eyes couldn’t help but follow, much to the chagrin of Surge.

  Chrome called back over her shoulder, ”You two behave.”

  Surge flashed a bitchy smile at her. The two girls usually got along, but something was ramping up the tension between them.

  Surge took my hand and pulled me from the dance floor. She led me through the sea of revelers to a dark secluded area. There were a plethora of couches, a few cocktail tables, and a dim booth in the corner.

  “Where are we going?” I didn’t really give a shit—I knew it was going to be fun either way, but I was mildly curious.

  We slide into the booth and her lips collided with mine before my ass settled in the seat. The smell of her sweet shampoo filled my nostrils, and her pillowy soft lips felt divine.

  Our tongues danced, and Surge’s hand gripped my thigh.

  I stiffened.

  Her hand slid up my thigh, tickled my balls, and grabbed my shaft. That was my cue to start fondling her perfect breasts. I gently tweaked her nipples, and she moaned in my ear. Her hot breath made the hairs on my neck stand tall.

  “I wanna taste you,” she said in a breathy whisper. Her lips glistened.

  Her head plunged to my lap, and she unzipped my pants. I sprang free and damn near smacked her in the face. Before my shaft stopped wobbling, she licked my head, and wrapped her full lips around me.

  Surge plunged her head down my length. It tickled the back of her throat while she tongued my balls.

  I gave a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching. The other patrons in the vicinity were too busy to notice. People were making out on couches and fondling one another. But nobody was taking it this far.

  Surge sucked and slurped to perfection. Her wet lips glided up and down as she bobbed her head. The girl knew her way around a dick, that much was for sure. The fact that she was an energy manipulator made it all the more intense. My whole body vibrated, and I felt a powerful rush of energy. It was like she was giving energy and taking it away at the same time. It was all I could do not to explode in her mouth right then.

  She came up for air
at just the right moment. Another stroke, and she would have gotten a mouthful of cream. “I need you inside me. Now!”

  It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. A demand that she wanted fulfilled.

  And who was I to say no?

  She hiked up her skirt and slid her cotton panties to the side. Her hand grabbed my shaft, and she hovered her warm wet opening over the tip of my throbbing head.

  She lowered herself down, and her slick spongy warmth engulfed me. She hovered there for a moment, just to tease me.

  I pulsed with desire. My heart pounded. I grabbed her hips and thrust her down on my shaft. Her tight opening struggled to expand around me.

  A moan escaped from her lips as she took my length inside her.

  She felt amazing. The sensation never got old. Surge rocked her hips against my with increasing fervor.

  I glanced around again to make sure no one had taken notice.

  A cocktail waitress took a drink order from one of the tables. I couldn’t tell if she was going to head this way or not. I’m sure we weren’t the first couple to ever fuck in the club. This area was the default make out section. She seemed to ignore the people sucking face and groaning each other on the couches.

  I figured it was probably a good idea to make Surge come as quick as possible. Besides, Chrome would be wondering where we snuck off to.

  5

  Surge rode me like a demon possessed. You’d have thought she’d been stranded on a desert island for a year.

  I liked that kind of enthusiasm.

  She clenched tight and screamed with ecstasy. Her warm juices flowed over me, dripping down my balls. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shot a load of sweet nectar deep inside her core. I twitched and pulsed for a few moments as she milked every last drop. The rush of endorphins filled my brain. I was high on sex.

  Surge climbed off me with a satisfied grin. Her panties were sopping wet and growing more so as my honey flowed from her.

  She pulled off her panties and tossed them in the trash as we headed to the restrooms. We both had to wait in line. It seemed everyone decided to empty their bladder at the same time.

  Chrome was pissed by the time we got back to the dance floor. All three of the drinks she had bought were empty. A scowl lined her face, and her suspicious eyes narrowed at me. “Where the hell have you been?”

  “The lines for the restroom are insane,” Surge said.

  Chrome glanced across the club. The line for the restroom rounded the corner. I could tell she didn’t totally buy Surge’s story. “Well, you missed out on your drinks. Why don’t you go get us some more?” Chrome said in a pointed tone, her eyes drilling into Surge’s.

  Surge smiled. “Sure thing!”

  Chrome glared at her as she flitted away, heading toward the bar. Then her devious eyes flicked to me. “Finally, I get you alone.”

  Chrome grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the secluded area where I had just come from. She pulled into the same booth. Her face twisted up disgust as she put her hand on the leather bench, getting a slimy handful. “Ew, gross. What is that? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

  We moved to another booth. Chrome didn’t waste any time getting down to business. Within milliseconds, her tongue was probing mine. Chrome didn’t have any close to takeoff, and within seconds, the metallic sheen that posed as fabric faded into her skin. She was buck naked in the booth.

  My hands caressed her gorgeous body. I fondled her large breasts while she stroked my junk over my pants.

  I plunged for her cleavage, and my mouth found her erect nipple. I sucked and nibbled, flicking my tongue around her delicate area.

  “You have way too many clothes on!” she said.

  She unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my stiffness. She gave it a few jerks, then plunged down.

  I knew I wasn’t going to get away with it. The minute she went down there, she was going to know something was up.

  Her velvety tongue circled my head, then she plunged down my length, slobbering all over it. She popped her head back up almost instantly. “You son-of-a-bitch. You already fucked her, didn’t you?”

  I shrugged innocently.

  “I can fucking taste her.” She huffed. “That bitch. And it was supposed to be my night too.”

  She grumbled as she straddled me. Chrome eased her tight opening around me and stifled a scream as she plunged down. She clenched her muscles, squeezing my root as she slid up and down. She had a vice-like grip.

  Chrome eased herself up and down, slowly at first. Then she ramped up the speed and intensity. She had a fierce determination in her eyes. In between breathy gasps, she said. “She may have fucked you first, but I’m going to fuck you better.”

  I didn’t mind a little healthy competition. A sly grin curled on my lips as I leaned back in the booth and let Chrome do all the work.

  She was a little more voluptuous than Surge. She shoved her big breasts in my face, and her sweet ass cheeks slapped against my hips.

  With a hand on her toned ass, and another on her breast, I caressed her smooth skin and licked her nipples. Our hips collided, and the booth rocked.

  The second nut of the evening was always harder to catch, but Chrome was determined to top Surge’s performance. She glided her wet core up and down my shaft at a furious pace. I didn’t take long for me to exceed my pleasure threshold.

  Chrome moaned with ecstasy as she felt my hot honey fill her. I throbbed in rhythmic pulses, spurting every last drop into her tight core.

  She had a deliciously sinful grin on her face. “Mission accomplished!”

  She rolled off me, grabbed a napkin from the table, and used it to clean up the mess. Her clothing formed around her and she climbed out of the booth.

  By the time we got back to the dance floor, Surge was waiting with a perturbed look on her face, holding our drinks. She knew exactly what we’d been up to.

  Chrome flashed a pointed smile as she took her glass from Surge.

  “Really?” Surge glared at me. ”You couldn’t wait more than five minutes?”

  “Maybe he wasn’t satisfied the first time,” Chrome muttered.

  Surge’s eyes narrowed at her. I fully expected energy bolts to stream out of her eyes and incinerate Chrome. Somehow, Surge remained calm.

  “Ladies, there’s no need for jealousy,” I said with a smile.

  They both shot me a sideways glance.

  I took my drink from Surge and lifted it for a toast. “We’re supposed to be having fun. No fighting.”

  “I’m not fighting, who’s fighting?” Chrome asked, innocently.

  Surge forced a smile. “No fighting. I swear.”

  We all clinked glasses, then downed our drinks.

  Both of the girls were intensely competitive. Neither wanted to be considered second best. The rivalry had been steadily brewing, each trying to one up the other. For the most part, it remained friendly, but I didn’t want things to get out of hand. The last thing I needed was two jealous supers fighting.

  We all needed to blow off a little steam. A lot had happened recently, and it put us all into survival mode. I was still adjusting to life in the Ultraverse, and without Professor Zyrco and the Academy, any sense of stability that we had was gone.

  In truth, we all needed a vacation. A little time to recharge and de-stress. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. A message popped up on my stat-screen:

  [Quest: Return to earth. Find Curtis.]

  I stared at the status update with concern. I didn’t pretend to understand the mechanics of the Ultraverse. The way it had been explained to me was that it was a discrete universe with defined parameters. This universe actively participated in your destiny. Sometimes it would make suggestions, provide you with quests, and subtly nudge you in certain directions. Ultimately, you had control over your own destiny. But the universe wasn’t beyond stepping in and tapping you on the shoulder.

  There were stats screens and command pro
mpt, much like a video game. Surge had implied that the only difference between this dimension and Earth was the lack of a user interface. Maybe we were all constructs in some elaborate computer simulation?

  I didn’t much concern myself with the how or why of it all. It wouldn’t change anything. I was a conscious, living breathing entity. For all I knew, I’d only have one life to live. It didn’t matter if I was essentially a bunch of ones and zeros. I perceived my experience to be real.

  When I was a kid, I’d lay awake at night, contemplating the nature of my own existence. It seemed like a strange thing for a kid to do, but I would think about it for hours. How did the universe begin? What was here before it was created? Who created the universe? Who created the creator? It was an endless rabbit hole of unanswerable questions. Finally I stopped questioning my existence and just learned to accept my perceived reality as real. Then, the notion of what was real and what wasn’t was turned upside down when I came to the Ultraverse.

  The nuances of how and why didn’t concern me. What concerned me was the command prompt. Was Curtis in some type of trouble? He was my best friend from childhood, and my college roommate. Did he need my help?

  Another message flashed on my stat screen.

  [Do you accept the quest?]

  6

  My distracted look caused the girls to grow concerned.

  “Is there something wrong?” Surge asked.

  I told them about the quest.

  Surge’s face grew solemn. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?”

  “For a host of reasons,” Chrome added.

  The two were on the same page for once.

  “Such as?” I asked.

  “If we can even get to Earth, your powers will be greatly diminished,” Surge said.

  “If?”

  “Sometimes teleporting between dimensions is more difficult than others. And at most, I could take the three of us. But that’s it.” Surge paused. “Even then, it’s risky.”

  “Yeah, it’s not like walking through a door,” Chrome added.