Supers_Ex Gods_A Sexy Romp

by Jamie Hawke

  “Biotech armor,” she said, watching as my eyes roamed over her body. I wasn’t bothering to hide that I liked what I saw. Breasts that, while not perky since she was on her back, still held their form, abs that were tight from exercise, and a cute little landing strip over her pussy.

  She noticed my eyes lingering there, the smile on my lips, and said, “I knew about the mission, so… figured I’d make it count.” She motioned me forward with a finger.

  I knelt, moving over to her, and lowered myself down on top of her. “You know, it’s somehow less awkward now that we’re about to do it.”

  “It was until you spoke,” she said with a laugh. Her hand found my cock again, and she held it, moving to look at it, and then closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around my back.

  Gently now, she guided me in. Her skin was smooth, her pussy wet. The head of my cock slid in, feeling the pressure, resistance, and she arched her back. No foreplay, I guess, when the point is to get going. Then again, she’d been so wet, I supposed it didn’t matter as much. Still, for me a bit of buildup had always helped my erections be as strong as possible, so I continued the slow movement while I grabbed her ass, ran my hand along her thighs and between, feeling the sides of her pussy, the base of my cock, and then I lifted her so that I was holding her while I knelt, lifting her up and down as I worked my tongue around her breast, sucked the nipple, and then laid back so that she was riding me.

  She stopped, staring past me, and I rotated to get a glimpse of what had caused her to freeze. I’d have expected Goros to be there, but it was only Sacrada. She glared, mouth open in shock, and then rolled her golden eyes.

  “Sacrada,” Navani said as the woman started to turn.

  “Is this really the best time?” Sacrada said, spinning on us. “I thought my sister was dead, now I’ve learned she’s in the hands of one of the most ruthless supervillains alive. And you two… you two are fucking!”

  She stormed off, but when she reached the stairs, Navani called after her, “It’s the mission.”

  “What mission?” she spat back.

  “The mission,” Navani said, then gestured down to my nude form. Slowly, she started riding me again, eyeing the other woman.

  Sacrada watched, eyes widening, and then put her hand to her mouth. “Oh, shit. I thought that was a bunch of B.S. You’re for real?”

  Navani sat on me, dick still inside of her, and stared at the woman. “Excuse me? B.S.? How else do you propose we make a move against the evil if not with an heir?”

  “Wow, dude,” she looked at me and scoffed, “you’ve found yourself one of the crazies. Just as long as you know that.”

  I frowned, looking back to Navani, who shook her head. “No, not crazy.”

  “You’re a religious fanatic. Listen to yourself, or hell, look at yourself. You’re having sex with a man you barely know, simply because some legend says our DNA and his can create a superpowerful ultra-super?”

  “How dare you?” Navani said, standing so that my dick flopped back onto my belly. Unfinished, I thought with a sigh.

  “Oh, fuck,” Sacrada said, eyes narrowing. “You came after my sister and me, for this? For this?!”

  “We have to try!” Navani shouted.

  “Ladies, can we jus—”

  “SHUT UP!” They both turned on me, glaring with eyes that dared me to say another word.

  “How does a baby help save us anyway?” Sacrada asked after a second, with a mixture of annoyance and actual curiosity.

  “According to research we’ve been able to pull and intel, thanks to the Citadel and the Elders, bless them,” Navani lowered her head for a moment of silence, “the true enemy isn’t easily accessible. It’s not a baby that will save us, but what the baby will grow into. He will attend the best superhero school, but will be sheltered so that the enemy cannot trace him. In the meantime, once we defeat Ranger, we will be able to send a ship of our best out to this galaxy, including Hadrian’s essence, stored just for this. He will use the last of his powers to create the final gateway.”

  “And you’ll send the baby through?” I asked, very confused now.

  “Even with FTL and jumps in place, the travel is expected to take up to twenty years,” she explained. “Hadrian creates gates back to locations he’s been, but can never create one to a location he hasn’t visited. Once we’ve arrived, we open the gate and send the young man we have hopefully helped create through this gateway, along with the best supers we can find, and we finish this war.”

  “Talk about a long game,” Sacrada said, shaking her head. “Count on the Citadel to come up with something this crazy.”

  “It’s that or be conquered, ultimately destroyed,” Navani argued. “You have a better plan?”

  A long silence followed, during which my head started pounding as I tried to grasp the magnitude of what I was involved in.

  “And for the record,” Sacrada turned her head, flipping gold curls out of her face, “you and me, guy? Never going to happen.”

  She descended the stairs, leaving me to stare at Navani’s perfect ass. After a moment she turned, growled, and the blue in her eyes was back. As I started to get back up, she put her foot on my shoulder and pushed me back down.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.

  “Um, aren’t we done?”

  She laughed, an almost mean one, then straddled me and leaned in close, hands grabbing my face. “Fuck that. We’re putting a baby in me to prove her wrong.”

  Then she rolled us over. This time I didn’t need her to guide me in—her legs were spread and pussy moist. A new side of her was emerging, one that had no problem screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” and running her hands along my back, slapping my ass, and, at one point, turning over doggy style while sucking my finger that she pulled up to her mouth. Her ass felt so good slapping against my legs, balls swinging as I went to town on her. I reached out and took her purple hair and grabbed hold, pulling slightly to see if she was into it. She yelped, growled, and then starting moving her hips against mine even harder.

  Finally, I spasmed, almost falling on her as my chest muscles clenched and a warmth passed through my body. Each breath came heavier while she was yelling for me to come, shouting to do it, fill her with my seed, and I was stuck somewhere between trying not to laugh at the use of the word seed again, and giving myself over to the complete bliss that was this sensation of her pussy on my dick.

  I leaned back to see it, to rub my hand down her ass cheek and along her asshole, and then I grabbed those ass cheeks as my orgasm took over. Thrusts came in jolts now, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock, and then I was spent, and she was leaning down. Moaning.

  Instead of just lying next to her, I reached up and ran my hand along her thigh. Playing with the curve of her ass, I moved my hand slowly down to hold her pussy, then spread my fingers along the edges before moving back up to find her clit, massaging it. Her body trembled, and she let out a low whimper.

  “Is that a good sound, or…?” I started to ask, but she simply glanced over at me, closed her eyes, and moaned one long, pleasure-filled moment.

  “Good,” she whispered. “Very good.”

  She turned over, hips in the air, giving me a view I would’ve gladly paid for mere minutes before.

  “Stop staring, perv,” she said. “I’m trying to get your seed to settle.”

  “Ahhh.” I turned onto my side, watching her face instead. A look of determination, but she wouldn’t turn my way. Finally, she lowered her hips, rubbed her stomach just below the belly button, and nodded.

  She reached out toward the liquid metal, and it came to her, surrounding her, clothing her. This time, it took on the shape of a Japanese robe, a yukata. She stood, and without another word headed for stairs.

  “Really, just like that?” I asked.

  She paused, clutched the yukata tight, and then kept going.

  “At least it’s not awkward anymore,” I called out t
o her, but she glanced back, frowned, and then walked off.

  How was it possible to feel so good, and at the same time so bad?

  I stood, found my robe—as I didn’t know how to do the fancy liquid metal trick yet, and put it on. Not knowing what to do with myself, I wandered the viewing deck, looking at the stars, wondering how I was going to navigate this crazy galaxy.

  For no reason that I could explain, I had a sudden urge to run and jump. To practice the kicks and punches I’d learned in the Marines, and so I did. Each leap was like someone had thrown me, and I had to assume it was related to the ship’s gravity. But then I would land with a boom when I wanted to. I punched the air and felt my fists moving faster than made sense, faster than seemed humanly possible.

  I stared at my hands, taking a break, sweat dripping down my chest. They seemed to be glowing slightly, red, and I had the urge to try something. Pulling back, I prepared with a deep breath, then threw my body into a punch and nearly fell back with surprise as red energy formed around my fist and exploded in the spot I’d stopped the strike. Either I was becoming one of them, or had been all along, and now it was coming to life, like a dragon left dormant, now waking to unleash hell.

  I didn’t know whether to laugh with joy or curl up in a ball of dread. It was too much for my mind to handle, so I closed my eyes, took a deep breath… and the feeling faded.

  When I opened my eyes, an aftershock went through me in the form of a chill, and I breathed out, remembering how it had felt to cum inside of her. As bad as this place might get, that pretty much made up for it.

  8

  Figuring I’d pondered life long enough, and wanting answers regarding my display of powers a few moments before, I started to leave the viewing room. However, when I reached the stairs, Lamb appeared in front of me, smiling with her hands folded before her.

  “You fought back there, on the planet?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  “Then you must want to check your stats,” she said. “See if you are close to leveling up.”

  “Close to… what?”

  She smiled, then started to walk around me, looking me over. “You are quite the man, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t know how to answer that.”

  She shrugged. “At any rate, you’re about to become even more of one. I think for you, tank skill trees will be appropriate. Let’s see…” With a wave of her hand, a screen appeared before me. It had an image of me, but then several descriptions of attack and defense skills that were all way over my head.

  “I don’t understand,” I admitted.

  “You will,” she promised. “Not all of the others will see it the same. Your brother, for instance, has special powers that relate to mixing with supers, in a sense.”

  “Right, because he’s supposedly a super too…” I shook my head, trying to get the dull ache out of it. “How do you know all this?”

  “Let’s just say we’re connected. You, him, Navani. Others… and once that’s happened, I can see a great deal about you. My powers work in a sort of leveling up way, enhancing the abilities that are already there, within you. But they are limited, which is why we have to focus on strengths for you. As you gain more power, it opens up and fuels my power, like adding more wood to a fire.”

  The Marine in me wanted to make a joke about putting my wood in her fire, but the nervous side of me won out, and instead, I simply said, “Well, shit.”

  She smiled. “Shit indeed. Let’s have a look.” In a flash, she was at my side, looking at my screen. “Nobody else can see this, by the way. Only you and, while I’m around, me.” She moved her hand and the screen swiped up, replaced by lines of code. She frowned. “There are others better at reading this, but… I’ll be damned, this is interesting.”

  “Great! Mind filling me in on what the hell is happening?”

  She pointed to a line as if I would understand. “I think this is telling me how your powers work. Not like your brother’s at all, but… yes, very interesting indeed. It looks like you can absorb the energy around you. Not steal it, but grow with it, sort of like a bloodlust.”

  “Me?”

  “I wouldn’t even have seen it if…” She stopped, laughed, and then turned to me. “Want to know why it’s spiked just now?” When she saw I was staring at her, confused and dumbfounded, she went on. “Basically, it’s like you get more power when you’re close to someone, but it goes through the roof with intimate activities. Maybe it’s fueled by your hormones, I don’t know, but it’s interesting as hell. That’s why I was starting to say, I wouldn’t even have seen it if you two hadn’t just gotten freaky.”

  “Which explains what happened just now,” I said, thinking back to my jumping and punching, and the way that red energy had formed with my strike. “Wait. I thought she told you to give us privacy.”

  “It’s hard when you’re part of the ship, part of you both, in a sense.”

  “I don’t know what that means, exactly,” I admitted. “But what you’re saying is, if I have sex with a super, I become more… super?”

  She grinned. “Intimacy. Yes. That doesn’t have to be sex, of course. You’ve probably even gained small amounts of powers back on Earth when you kissed a woman. Did you ever feel an extra charge, I mean more than other men would have?”

  “How would I know?”

  “Ah, right.” She frowned, then shrugged. “Point being, with a super, you’ll feel it. Even being close to one will help, but you get a kiss before you punch someone? Bam. You get a hand job or…” She paused to gesture sucking a dick, and I felt my cock move with excitement. Too bad she was a ghost, kinda. “Well, you get the idea. And according to this, it charges up, too.”

  “Like, the more intimate I get, not only will the powers be stronger, but they’ll last longer?”

  “Exactly. See, you’re not as dumb as she says you are.”

  “The fuck?”

  “Oh, I mean,” she winked, “got you.”

  “Not funny.” I clenched my jaw, more annoyed that I was bothered by her saying it than by the fact that she had said it. Growing up, Chad had always been the smart one, while I was the tough guy, the jock. The Marine, now.

  After a moment of watching me, she turned back to the screen, flipping it back to the branching. “Anyway… see here.”

  “What am I looking at?”

  “This is your skill tree. Like in games, though I see that doesn’t mean much to you,” she laughed. “Here you have options. When you want to pull up the screen, just will it. The suit knows how, it’s adaptable and reacts to the signals your body emits. Fancy? You’re welcome.”

  “Thanks.” I was still waiting.

  “Ah, right. So, the skill trees let you upgrade. I’ve set it up for you and the other supers from Earth—those of you who will, we hope, become Elders—so that it resembles what you’re used to. Little did I know some of you are super-jocks who don’t know this shit.” With a roll of her eyes, she motioned to a number at the top right of the screen, then the first two options. “You’re easy, so we’ve set you up like a tank. Basically, attack or defense. Ranged attack is included, by the way.”

  I looked at the tiers, starting to get the hang of it. As I watched, a shield appeared over one, a knife over the other.

  “There, that should help,” she said with a wink.”

  “Thanks. So I have one skill point now,” I said. “Do I get to use that wherever?”

  “Pick the one you want. You’ll get more skill as you absorb power, fight, teach your body and the suit how to adapt and be better. Harder opponents mean you’ve challenged yourself, so naturally it will grow with you. It’s not by its nature as much like a game, but…we’ve made it more so.”

  “To make it easier, yeah, I get that.” I laughed. Easier my ass. “Here I thought I just got to come along for the ride, bang some hot chicks, and get back to my life.”

  Her expression looked horrified. “Is that all this is to you?”

  “
No…?”

  She made a tsk-tsk sound, looked at me sadly, and said, “Let’s get this over with then, so you can go back to banging hot chicks and not giving a fuck.”

  “That’s harsh,” I said. “I care. You think I want to be here?” As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that, yeah, of course I did. Shit, what was left for me back home?

  She saw it in my eyes and simply scoffed.

  “But, no,” I protested. “Look, what do you want from me? I’m out of my league here. I have no idea what’s really going on. For all I know, I’ve been abducted by crazy people like Sacrada says!”

  “Is it crazy to give my life for the cause?” she said, appearing an inch away from my face.

  “Depending on the cause, yes,” I countered.

  “Considering the fact we’re talking about not only our galaxy being taken over by a bunch of supervillains who’d see everyone tortured, those without powers—and even those with lesser powers—enslaved… I’d say it’s a pretty damn good cause. I’d happily sacrifice myself again if it means we have a chance of stopping them. I would have thought a Marine would understand this.”

  As often happened, I was being an insensitive blockhead. You don’t go around telling people who have died for their cause, in a sense, that you’re not convinced they gave their life for the right reason. If everything they said was true, of course I had to step up.

  Most of all, I needed to remember that I was right there with them in this. What good did it do to question any of it? Either I did my duty, with my cock and my fists, or it would be better to just leave it all behind.

  So I committed.

  “I’m all in,” I said. “No more of this bullshit. And you know what? I’m going to own it, own my being a jackass. I’m sorry.”

  She blinked, looked around, and said, “Shit.”

  “What?”