Super Mega (Heroes & Harems Book 1)

by Nolan Fury

  His counterpart covered the door. He rocked a purple mohawk and mirrored shades. Both thugs wore long black trench coats, which allowed them to hide their weapons upon entry.

  “Hand over your money and your jewelry, and nobody gets hurt!” the dark-haired man shouted.

  The crowd sank to the ground, flattening themselves on the dirty floor. Countless drinks had been spilled in the past. Dirt from across the galaxy covered the concrete. Nose to nose with the floor brought patrons up close and personal with the stench of vomit from past over-indulgences. There wasn’t enough bleach in the galaxy to ever fully wipe it away. The only thing dirtier than this floor was, perhaps, the sticky floor of an adult movie theater.

  With the rest of the patrons on the floor, it left our gang of supers standing tall. It made us stick out like sore thumbs.

  The dark-haired man didn’t appreciate our defiance. “What the hell is your problem? I said get down!”

  He marched toward me, the big black barrel staring me in the face. Bullets didn’t have any effect on me in this dimension. I hoped it was the same for plasma projectiles.

  “I think you’ve made a tragic mistake. Why don’t you and your friend apologize to these people and go home?”

  “Do you have shit in your ears?” the man growled. He clenched his jaw, fuming at the fact that I refused to comply.

  The barrel of his weapon hovered inches away from my nose.

  “I’m going to give you one last chance,” I said. “Then things are going to get ugly. Me and my friends here don’t like to see people taken advantage of.”

  “Get on the ground and shut your pie hole, or I’m going to fry off that ugly face of yours.”

  I balked. “You’re one to talk.”

  His face tensed, and his eyes filled with rage. His finger wrapped around the trigger. Before he could squeeze off a plasma round, I grabbed the barrel of the weapon, stripped it from his hands, and bent the barrel. The muzzle device was now touching the butt-stock.

  The goon stared at me with wide eyes.

  “What was it you were saying?” I flashed a smug grin as I watched the man tremble with fear.

  The Mohawk blasted two plasma bolts in my direction. The searing projectiles rocketed across the club with a hiss. Both bolts slammed into my chest, staggering me back. My chest burned like the sun. It felt like someone had jammed a red hot poker into my rib cage. Maybe I had overestimated my abilities?

  18

  My hands clutched my chest, and I gasped for breath. My eyes glanced down to survey the damage, but there wasn't any. I thought for sure two holes would have been seared into my flesh. But my skin, and my uniform, were still intact. The blistering sensation dissipated. Apparently I was capable of surviving a direct hit from a plasma projectile, though it wasn't something I wanted to happen often.

  I scowled at the Mohawk and formed a ball of energy in my palm. I was going to hurl it at the jerk, but Surge grabbed my forearm.

  My face crinkled. “Why the hell not?"

  "We're trying to improve the image of supers, remember?"

  The thug fired two more shots, then scurried out of the building.

  Surge deflected the blasts with an energy shield.

  The leader raced for the exit, but Ranger grabbed him by the collar and slammed to the ground.

  Cheers erupted throughout the club.

  Zepha and Chrome chased after the Mohawk. They caught up to him on the sidewalk. Zepha stripped his plasma rifle from his grasp, and Chrome formed a cage around him. The criminal yanked on the bars and tried to escape, but he wasn't going anywhere.

  We held the two goons until local authorities arrived and took them off our hands.

  “See," Chrome said. "There's a reason we all came out tonight." Her face beamed with accomplishment. "Just think of what might have happened had we not been at the club."

  "Maybe if we can keep doing things like this, it will outweigh the bad things that people like Titus and his gang do,” Zepha said.

  "That ain't going to happen. People will always see us is different,” Ranger said. “And they'll always worry about the power we wield."

  Two smoking hot babes strolled up to me on the sidewalk. Tight leather miniskirts hugged their thighs. Stiletto boots climbed to their knees, accentuating their toned calves. Low-cut tops exposed ample cleavage, exaggerated by push-up bras. One was blonde, the other was brunette.

  The brunette nuzzled beside me, putting her hand on my chest. “That was amazing! You saved our lives back there.” Her breathy voice was just shy of a pleasurable moan. “You should let Zoe and I buy you a drink. Show you a good time. Express our gratitude.”

  Surge’s cheeks flushed red. She grabbed my hand. “Showing him a good time is my department.”

  “Sorry,” the brunette said. “I didn’t know he was taken.” Her eyes flicked back to me. “But if you get bored with Little Miss Jealousy, will be at Pulsar’s for the rest of the night.”

  She winked at me, and the two girls sauntered down the sidewalk. They put an extra sway into their hips, and their round asses bounced invitingly.

  Surge glared at me as I watched the ladies strut away.

  “I’m not jealous, am I?” Surge asked later at the hotel room. We had a brief moment of seclusion in the bedroom.

  “Is this a trick question?”

  Her eyes narrowed at me playfully.

  “You might be a little territorial.”

  “Ugh, I’m not usually like this. You and I haven’t even… you know.” Her face crinkled with frustration. She let out a deep exhale. “I’m sorry. I just apparently like you. And I don’t want anything to derail this thing that’s developing between us.”

  “Nothing’s going to derail that. I think your pretty fucking amazing. And all the gorgeous women in the galaxy aren’t going to change my opinion.”

  A glimmer flashed in her eyes, and a thin smile curled on her plump lips. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. “I promise, if we hook up, I’m not going to turn into psycho girlfriend.”

  “That’s good to know.”

  She kissed me again. My hand found the small of her back, and I pulled her close. Her body felt amazing pressed against mine. The temperature in the room went up about a million degrees. I traced my fingers along her zipper that ran down her spine. I pulled the tab down, and her bodysuit went slack around her shoulders. Surge grabbed the bottom my shirt and pulled up, exposing my rippled abs. I held my arms in the air as she pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

  Our lips locked once again, and we staggered toward the bed, as I helped her shimmy out of her bodysuit. I pulled the fabric from her shoulders, and her beautiful breasts bounded free.

  Surge pulled her arms from sleeves and shimmy the bodysuit down to her waist. I slid my hands up her rib cage, cupping her breasts, fondling her nipples. She moaned with pleasure as we continued to devour each other. Her hand stroked my rock hard staff. Even through my pants, I could feel her energy flow into me.

  Just as things started to get interesting, Chrome marched into the room. “Don’t mind me. I’m just going to be getting ready for bed. Carry on.”

  Our lips parted momentarily as Chrome slipped into the bathroom.

  “I’d rather not have an audience on our first time,” Surge said.

  “I totally understand,” I stammered. My throbbing shaft wasn’t so understanding. The damn thing was screaming for attention, and I was beginning to think it wasn’t going to get any. The poor guy was probably going to turn blue.

  Surge slid her body suit over her hips and slinked out of the tight fabric. It pooled around her ankles and she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of it. The only thing left on her gorgeous body was a pair of skimpy panties that hugged her tight mound.

  My heart fluttered in my chest, and with that visual stuck in my mind, I wasn’t going to go soft anytime soon.

  Surge scooped her clothes from the floor and toss them into a chair in the
corner. Then she slipped into bed and pulled the covers over her.

  I stood there contemplating my next move. My junk was begging for attention.

  “You’re not going to sleep in your pants, are you?” Surge asked.

  “No.”

  “Well, take them off.” She had a lecherous glint in her eyes.

  I wondered if she was going to tease me all night. I shimmied out of my pants and kicked them across the room. I stood there, buck naked with my soldier pointing north.

  Chrome strolled out of the bathroom completely naked as well. Her eyes focused on my package. And I couldn’t help but gaze at her luscious assets. Her round breasts jiggled, swinging from side to side as she sauntered toward the bed. “I hope you don’t mind, I like to sleep in the nude.”

  She crawled onto the bed, arching her ass into the air for dramatic effect. Her pert butt was perfect. From that angle, she intentionally flashed me a shot of her peach before she slid under the covers.

  I was staring wide eyed, and my jaw hit the floor. I felt Surge’s eyes burning into me.

  “Which bed are you sleeping in tonight?” Surge asked sharply. It wasn’t a question.

  “Uh, right here,” I said as I slid into bed beside her.

  “Don’t mind me,” Chrome said. I’m just going to read a book until I fall asleep.”

  My body tensed. I wondered how long she was going to stay awake. I knew Surge wasn’t going to do anything under the covers as long as chrome was watching. I thought maybe if Chrome fell asleep, I might at least get a blowjob from Surge.

  Chrome grabbed her mobile phone from the nightstand and launched a reading app. She flipped through a few screens.

  Surge and I exchanged a conspiratorial glance, like two people plotting a crime. By the sparkle in her eyes, I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was. Maybe I was going to get some action after all?

  I was laying there, pitching a tent. Surge traced her fingertips up my thigh. She cupped my balls, then gripped my shaft. Her hand moved with slow, gentle strokes. She tried not to draw attention to her actions, the fluffy comforter somewhat hiding our activities.

  I try to look casual, like I wasn’t enjoying anything in particular. I slid my hand across the sheets and found her breasts. I played with her nipples for a moment, then slid my fingers down her tight stomach. I circled her belly button with my fingertip, then continued my journey south. My fingers slipped inside the waistband of her frilly panties and traveled down to her smooth mound. My fingers parted her wet lips, and I traced circles around her.

  Surge stifled a moan. It was all she could do to keep from rocking her hips and arching her chest. Her breathing grew heavy, and a thin mist of sweat coated her body. She nearly gasped as I slipped my finger inside.

  It was like we were playing a little game, trying to see if we could get each other off while maintaining a calm demeanor.

  I continued working my magic, and Surge grew wetter and wetter. She cupped her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream of pleasure. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it from her panties, unable to take anymore. The frilly things were soaked with passion. Surge was on the brink of orgasm, and there was no keeping that quiet when it happened.

  The tip of my sword dripped with honey, and Surge used that to lube my head. I kept think about how great her lips had felt wrapped around my shaft, and I was dying to have her go down on me again.

  Chrome read maybe a chapter of her book. Maybe. Then she clicked out the light on the nightstand, placed her phone on the charger, and pulled the covers up to her chin. I think the whole thing was just for show to get under our skin. “Nighty, night.

  Surge and I fondled each other for another few minutes, waiting for Chrome to fall asleep. With my luck, she was an insomniac.

  19

  Not more than five minutes had passed. I guess Surge was comfortable pretending that Chrome had fallen asleep because she rolled over and straddled me. Her hot wet core rubbed against my shaft. She might as well have taken her panties off because there wasn’t much between us—just a barely existent piece of fabric.

  Her lips pressed against mine. My hands cupped her ass, rocking her hips back and forth. We moved in perfect rhythm. I may not have been much of a dancer, but I had the moves were it counted.

  Our hands explored each other’s form. I traced a finger up her spine, across the back of her neck, and grabbed a fistful of hair. Her exposed neck was meant for my tongue. I flicked and sucked on her delicate skin and that was enough to drive her over the top. She pulled her panties aside and her warm wet lips engulfed me. Her pretty peach slid across my shaft, and it was all I could do to keep from exploding.

  I thought about protection for a moment. Then I realized that if bullets couldn’t hurt me, I probably wasn’t going to catch any diseases. But I wasn’t exactly ready to replicate. I wanted a family someday, but a bunch of little Bens running around right now seemed counterproductive.

  Surge grabbed my shaft and teased the head with her opening. Heat radiated from her core. Her warm center practically sucked me in. She took me inside, squeezing tight. The sensation was sublime. She rocked back and forth, taking control. I cupped her sweet ass as she ground against my throbbing manhood.

  “Uh, what about birth control?”

  “Don’t worry about that,” she said in a breathy moan. “I can control my body.”

  “That’s handy.”

  “Yes it is,” she said in between gasps.

  “But that means I’ll be putting a lot of faith in you.”

  “Trust me, I’m not ready for little supers either. Now shut up and fuck me.”

  What started out as a covert activity soon crescendoed. Slick and glistening, her tight glove stroked me with passion. Her breathy moans filled my ears with sweet music. Our thrusts grew faster and more forceful. Our sweaty bodies slapped against one another, and her cries of pleasure became piercing.

  I lost all track of time. Nothing else existed in the universe except Surge, and the burning desire between us. I exploded inside her, filling her with wave after wave of my nectar. Each pulse made her moan with ecstasy.

  She collapsed on top of me and hugged me tight. Her slick body felt amazing pressed against my skin.

  My head buzzed with a rush of endorphins.

  “That was pretty fucking incredible,” Surge whispered in my ear.

  “You took the words right out of my mouth.” I brought my hands to her cheeks and stared deep into the luxurious blue pools that were her eyes. Then I placed a passionate kiss on her lips and wrapped my arms around her. Energy seemed to flow between us.

  We held onto each other in a blissful state. I was completely at peace with the universe. Calm and satiated.

  We grew silent, but moans of pleasure filled the room.

  I glanced across the aisle to see Chrome’s fingers buried between her legs. Her body bucked and writhed as her fingers danced across her center at a furious pace. One hand worked her core while the other tweaked her nipple, massaging her ample breasts. Her body quivered, and she screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors in the next room. Multiple waves of orgasm shuddered through her body. She exhaled deeply and brought her glistening fingers to her lips. She licked her juices and flashed a naughty smile at me. Her mischievous eyes twinkled. “Sorry. You guys were so hot, I couldn’t stop myself. And since Little Miss Selfish is not willing to share, I had to take matters into my own hands.”

  “I am not selfish!” Surge protested.

  I was staying out of this fight.

  “Really?” she said snidely. “Then share the wealth.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I can only accomplish so much with my fingers. I’m just getting warmed up. This girl needs the real deal.”

  Surge looked flustered. “Are you really asking me if you can fuck my…uh, boyfriend?”

  “It’s in his best interest, and you know it. And I say that coming from a completely selfless place.”

  S
urge rolled her eyes.

  “He needs to level up. The more powers he can acquire, the better off we’ll all be. If we are going to have any chance against Titus, Ben will need to be as strong as possible.” Then Chrome added, trying to downplay her enthusiasm, “And, I’m willing to take one for the team.”

  “Take one for the team, huh?” Surge’s skeptical eyes flicked from Chrome to me.

  I shrugged. “I’m staying out of this. It’s between y’all.”

  “No, this very much involves you. Do you want to fuck her?”

  My first thought was, hell yes! My second thought was, don’t look too eager. My third thought was, “Is this another trick question?”

  Surge sighed. “No. This is not another trick question. One that I don’t really need to ask. Judging by the fact that you're hard again,” she said, gripping my shaft, “I’m going to say that you’re into it.”

  “I mean. If somebody put a gun to my head, and I was forced to bang the ever-living-shit out of her… I guess, I’d have to do it.” My grin was uncontainable.

  Surge stared at me in silence for a moment. An almost imperceptible smile curled on her lips. “She's right. You need the power ups. I’m okay with it. Besides, it could be interesting.” A naughty glimmer sparkled in her eyes as she glanced to Chrome’s sweaty body. “As long as you don’t want to stop fucking me, I think we could make this work.”

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Why not? You only live once.” Surge rolled on top of me and worked her way up my chest. I cupped her perfect ass in my hands as she straddled my face. Her sweet peach hovered above my lips.

  “It looks like you’re going to have your cake and eat it too,” She cooed.

  Surge thrust herself against my tongue, and I flicked and sucked her mercilessly.

  Chrome didn’t need an invitation. She slinked out of her bed and onto ours. She grabbed my shaft and stroked it. She licked my balls and worked her magic up to the tip. She swirled it like it was cone of soft serve ice cream, then wrapped her lips around me. She took me in whole and slithered all the way down to the base.