Super Mega (Heroes & Harems Book 1)

by Nolan Fury

  "Cut me some slack. I'm new here."

  "The cardinal rule of the Academy is that supers don't fight supers. Despite our differences, we're in this together. And if we are to have any chance of keeping evil from ruling the galaxy, we can't turn on one another." "

  "I understand. It won't happen again."

  “It better not!"

  “How can I make it up to you?"

  She looked a little stunned that I asked. "I don't know…"

  "Well, when you think of something, let me know. I owe you one. Probably more than one."

  Surge's expression softened.

  "Are you going to this party tonight?" I asked.

  "Maybe."

  "Maybe we can go together?"

  Surge arched an eyebrow at me. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

  "No. I'm asking you to go to a party with me."

  Her blue eyes stared at me for a long moment. "Okay. But only because I need to keep an eye on you. Who knows what kind of havoc you’ll wreak if I let you out on your own."

  I tried to contain my joy, but a smile formed on my lips. "Great."

  "I need to get changed. Do my makeup. Girl stuff. Why don't you come by in an hour?"

  "I'll see you then."

  “Oh, I need to warn you. Mika and Crusher kind of have a thing. So, he’ll probably be there tonight.”

  “You’ll get no trouble from me.” I said. I meant it with all sincerity, but it was probably wishful thinking.

  I went back to my dorm. Someone had left several uniforms for me. I had seen a few other students wearing the same outfit in the cafeteria. It was the default uniform for people new to the Academy. A way for staff and students to easily identify the newbies. It was a basic navy blue suit with gold accents, and boots to match.

  I took a shower and attempted to make myself look presentable. I put on my new, rookie uniform and swung by Surge’s place. My jaw dropped when she opened the door. She looked even more stunning than before. Her ultrashort miniskirt clung to her shapely thighs. She wore knee-high boots with stiletto heels. Her tight tube top clung to her breasts, accentuating her shapely form. Her makeup was done to perfection—smoky eyes and a light lip that complemented her purple hair. She took my breath away. It was hard to speak. I managed to stutter the words, “You look great.”

  She smirked and looked over my new outfit. “You look… new.”

  I scowled at her playfully.

  We headed to Mika's party. Her place was almost like a sorority house. She lived with several other supers. Electronic music pumped through the house. The bass vibrated my chest. The music sounded richer and fuller than music back on Earth. I wondered if it was my super hearing that made the difference, or if stereo systems in this dimension were more advanced. The music seemed to wrap around my body and envelope me completely. It almost felt like a living breathing entity. It had a three-dimensional quality.

  Just about anything you could find on Earth, you could find in this dimension. There were supers who would make regular trips back to Earth, crossing inter-dimensional boundaries, just to bring back familiar indulgences like beer and liquor, movies and music. I watched as a super behind the bar took a bottle of beer and replicated it into 11 more. That was his power. His life was all about abundance. Seemed like a pretty handy gift to have, in certain situations.

  Underneath the music, the subtle murmur of chatter filtered throughout the house. I had the uncanny ability to hone in on any conversation and listen in with clarity. It was almost annoying. I couldn't escape it. It took me a few moments to learn how to tune it out. I had noticed it earlier in the cafeteria. Stimulation overload.

  "Do you want to get a drink?" Surge asked.

  The last time a woman asked if I wanted a drink, I ended up naked and the subject of ridicule. Her question brought all of those embarrassing feelings back in a rush of awkwardness.

  "It's not a difficult question," Surge added."

  “Yeah, I'll have whatever you're having."

  Surge weaved her way through the crowd to the bar. The duplicating super passed out drinks with speed and efficiency. He replicated them as necessary with the wave of his hand.

  A sultry voice whispered in my ear, “You must be the new guy everyone's talking about."

  The voice belonged to a sexy little vixen with jet black hair, green eyes, and inviting lips. I hadn't met a super girl yet that didn't have an amazing body, and this woman was no different. She snuggled her cleavage up to me, and I fought the temptation to glance down. Despite my best efforts I lost the battle.

  “That was pretty brave, standing up to Crusher like you did."

  “You saw that?”

  “Word travels fast.”

  “I should have let it slide. Supers don’t fight supers, right?"

  "I guess. But sometimes people just need to be put in their place." She batted her eyelashes at me.

  This girl was trouble, no doubt about it. But I had an affinity for trouble.

  "So, are you here with Surge?"

  "Yeah. She's been kind enough to show me the ropes."

  "I could show you the ropes.” Her breathy voice was full of naughty undertones. “I’m way more fun."

  "Are you?"

  "Try me and find out." She ran her tongue seductively across her slick lips.

  "I see you've met Mika," Surge said as she returned with two drinks. Her eyes blazed into the little vixen.

  I took the drink that Surge offered. I didn't ask what it was. It was probably best that I didn't know. "Thank you."

  "Aren't you lucky to be Benjamin's liaison?" Mika said to Surge. "He's all the talk on campus. You know how everyone loves to gossip about new people."

  Surge forced a courteous smile.

  Mika smiled back. "Well, I should be a good host and go mingle with the other guests. You two have fun tonight."

  Mika winked at me as she sauntered away. She had a nice saunter.

  Surge practically gagged and rolled her eyes. She caught me staring at Mika’s ass as she walked away. "Watch out for her. She likes drama."

  "I can imagine."

  “Don't think you're special. She hits on every new guy that comes to the Academy."

  "Oh, was she hitting on me. I hadn't noticed."

  Surge’s eyes narrowed at me, not amused by my sarcasm. "You don't think she's attractive, do you?"

  I shrugged, casually.

  "Ugh. Why do guys always go for the hot slutty type?"

  “If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous."

  Surge looked insulted. "I am not jealous of that tramp. Please. Give me a little more credit."

  “Totally jealous."

  "Hey, if that kind of thing floats your boat, have at it, kid."

  I had to admit, watching Surge get riled up was amusing. The more she protested, the more obvious it became that she was attracted to me.

  “Just be careful around her,” Surge said. “She likes to crawl around in peoples heads, and start trouble. Don’t think about anything you want to keep to yourself.”

  “She’s a telepath?”

  “Among other things.”

  Surge introduced me to more supers. And we mingled about. It was cool meeting new people, and learning about their abilities. Everyone had a unique gift. And, for the most part, people were pretty cool. Throughout the evening, I kept catching Surge glancing at me. She’d look away when I’d catch her and pretend to act disinterested. Anytime I talked to another girl, I soon found Surge glancing in my direction.

  I wasn't sure how alcohol would affect me as a super. I was pretty buzzed last night from one drink, but after three tonight I still hadn't felt any effects. My newfound strength had boosted my tolerance as well. But one thing it didn't change was the size of my bladder. I wandered through the house, looking for a restroom. I took care of my business, washed my hands, and stepped back into the hallway. Surge was waiting for me.

  “Do you need to get in here?" I asked.

 
She didn't say a word. Her blue eyes pierced into me. Then, without warning, she sprang forward and planted her full lips on mine. We melted into one another, devouring each other. Her lips felt amazing. Soft and wet. My hands traced the curves of her body. We had just met each other, but there was a magnetic attraction. My heart pounded, and blood flowed south. The captain of the ship stood at attention. Surge pressed her hips into mine and ignited my desire. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

  Her tongue found my neck, then my ear, and her hot breath whispered, "I want you. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

  I could hardly believe what I was hearing. We needed to find some privacy. Fast. My mind raced with ideas. Maybe there was an empty room upstairs? I glanced around the hallway to see if anyone was watching us. I had gotten so lost in the moment that I almost forgot where we were.

  My eyes went wide when I saw who was standing at the end of the hallway staring at us.

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  I did a double take. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. Either that, or someone slipped something into my drink. The woman at the end of the hall staring at us was Surge!

  Her eyes bulged, and her mouth was agape. Her surprise quickly gave way to anger. She clenched her jaw, and her face flushed red. Her blue eyes narrowed with rage.

  I looked back to the woman I was holding in my arms—she looked like Surge as well. Then, before my eyes, she transformed into the raven-haired vixen. I hadn’t realized that Mika was a mimic. I didn’t bother to look at her stats when we first met.

  A devious grin curled on Mika’s lips and she giggled. “Oops,” she said, putting her fingers to her lips. “My bad.”

  Mika turned and sauntered back to the party.

  I knew making out with Surge was too good to be true. I looked to the real Surge and shrugged innocently.

  She huffed, spun around, and stomped out of the house.

  I chased after her. “I thought she was you.”

  “There’s nothing between us. You can do whatever you want.”

  “Really?” I asked, incredulous.

  “Really.”

  “Then why are you so pissed off?”

  “I’m not pissed off,” she growled.

  “So, this is what you look like when you’re in a good mood?”

  She glared at me.

  “You’re clearly upset,” I murmured.

  “Hey, if you are dumb enough to mess with Crusher’s girl, be my guest. But I’m going to request that you be transferred under someone else’s supervision. Like I said, I don’t need your negative behavior reflecting on me.”

  “I think it’s more than that.”

  She scoffed. “You can think whatever you want.”

  “I swear, I thought she was you.”

  “Am I supposed to be flattered?”

  “I’m just saying, I’d like to try the real thing. See how it compares.” I knew that would rile her up.

  “Please. She can’t compare to me.”

  “Prove it.”

  Surge stopped in her tracks and stared at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, I would.”

  I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. I was convinced she wasn’t going to kiss me, then she planted a fat one on my lips. It was like picking up where I had left off with Mika, only better. More intense. There was real energy between us. My whole body tingled.

  After a moment, our mouths separated. It was like someone pulled the plug from the socket.

  Surge realized what she had just done and regret filled her eyes. She shook her head and stormed off mumbling to herself. “That was a mistake.”

  I caught up to her. “That was a pretty fun mistake.”

  “That’s never going to happen again. It was a one-time deal. Hope you enjoyed it.”

  “I did.” A sly grin curled on my lips. “Don’t you want to know how you measure up?”

  “No. I’m confident Mika doesn’t compare.” An almost imperceptible smile tugged at her luscious lips.

  “I think you enjoyed that,” I said with understated confidence.

  “Absolutely not.”

  “You’re a terrible liar,” I said.

  She scowled at me again.

  “You’re really cute when you’re angry.”

  She punched me playfully in the chest. “I hate you,” she said, knowing that something was brewing between us.

  She stormed away from me, marched about 10 paces, then spun around and marched back. She planted another kiss on my lips. This one was even more passionate than the first.

  After a moment, she pushed away, and her eyes narrowed at me. “You can’t tell anyone about this, or I swear I’ll vaporize you.” She produced a glowing energy ball in her hand as a threat.

  There was definitely something hot about a woman who could kick your ass.

  “I can keep a secret,” I said with a hopeful voice.

  We made our way back to her place and burst through the door with our lips locked. Her delicate touch traced my body. I slid my hand behind her neck and grabbed a fistful of hair. I pulled her hair gently, exposing her neck. My tongue found her soft skin and licked its way up to her earlobe. Her hair smelled amazing. Fresh and fruity. I could breathe her in all day and all night.

  She moaned with ecstasy. She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling my hips against hers.

  I slid a hand up her smooth thigh, lifting her miniskirt over her hips. I reached around and cupped her ass. It was firm and round. Turnabout was fair play.

  I glided my hand over her hips, along the curve of her stomach, over her rib cage, and fondled her perfect breasts. They were soft yet firm. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric.

  I pulled the tube-top down, and her luscious breasts sprang free with a gravity-defying bounce. I cupped them and gently played with her nipples. I had never gotten this far with a girl before, and I was stiff as could be. My tongue slithered its way down her neck, across her collarbone, and over her voluminous breast, finding her nipple. My tongue dance around the delicate area, and she moaned again. I didn't really know what I was doing, but she seemed to like it. So, I was going to keep doing it.

  Surge rubbed her hand up the inside of my thigh and gripped my root. I stiffened even more. She began to stroke it up and down, over my pants. If she kept doing that, I was going to have to think about baseball stats or calculus.

  I slid my hand back down her ass, lifted up her skirt and slid my fingers inside the frilly waistband of her panties. My fingers slid down between her cheeks and grazed her slickness. Another breathy moan filled my ear. My finger teased little circles around her opening, fueling her steamy desire.

  The heat of her body, pressed against mine, felt amazing. Her passionate lips embraced me, and her tongue danced across mine. Then she broke free and stared at me with lustful eyes. She dropped down to her knees and her fingers plunged into my waistband. She slid my pants down over my hips and I sprang free.

  The last time I was in this position it turned out badly, and I was praying that nothing was going to interrupt this moment.

  She grabbed my shaft with her soft hand and started jerking me off. Her hand was warm, and I felt subtle vibrations. She could manipulate energy, and she was somehow using that to great effect. This was no ordinary hand job. This was something otherworldly. I'm not going to lie, I had years of practice rubbing my root out, but even I couldn't do near as good a job as she was doing. She had a magical touch, and she stroked me to perfection.

  A rush of endorphins flooded my brain. Pleasure washed through my body. I tried to think about baseball, I really did. But her handiwork just felt too good. The floodgates opened, and my core pulsed. I exploded, sending my essence streaking through the air.

  Surge flinched as my little swimmers smacked her in the face and drizzled down her cheek. She swiped it with her finger, like icing from a cake. She licked it clean, wrapping her full lips around her finger. The sight of her sucking on her
finger drove me insane. I was almost ready to go again. If a hand job felt this good, I couldn't imagine what her lips would feel like wrapped around my thick shaft.

  She looked up at me with sultry eyes. "Not a fucking word, you hear me?”

  She stood up and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. I followed behind her as she dropped her skirt to the floor. I got a full view of her great ass. Remarkable doesn’t even begin to describe it.

  Her fingers plunged into the waistband of her cotton panties, pulling them down over her hips. They fell down her thighs, over her knees, and pooled on the floor. She stepped out of them, then sat on the bed. She leaned back and spread her legs. "Your turn!”

  She had a devious glimmer in her eyes.

  She had the prettiest box I’d ever seen. A perfect peach—smooth, pink, and glistening with desire. It was the only one that I had actually seen in person, but I had seen plenty in magazines and in movies.

  I knelt down beside the bed and gazed with wonder at the promised land. Nerves fluttered in my stomach. What if I wasn't any good at this?

  Well, there's a first time for everything. My tongue started at the inside of her thigh, just above the knee. From there I licked my way up to her pelvis. I slid my tongue across her smooth core to the other thigh, teasing her.

  She growled with a mix of ecstasy and frustration. She wanted me to plunge in right away. But I was going to taunt her a little more.

  I finally decided I had tortured her enough and my tongue slithered its way to her slickness. I flicked and sucked her mercilessly as she bucked and writhed with ecstasy. Her moans grew louder and louder.

  I could tell by her reaction I was doing the right thing, so I kept doing it. She tasted sweet, and I couldn't get enough. Neither could she. I worked her up into a frenzy, and orgasmic pulses moved through her. Her thighs tightened, and she clenched my skull like a vice. She screamed with pleasure, and exploded on my tongue. I thought she was going to rip my head from my shoulders while she was in the throes of orgasm.

  She twitched and convulsed for a moment as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her. She flopped back on the bed and breathed a satisfied sigh. "Wow. That was amazing!”