Sophia stood over me, her naked, muscular body lightly glistening with sweat, muscles visible beneath her dark skin. In spite of the circumstances, it drew my gaze. My own hands were bound to the top of the bed, a pair of handcuffs that presumably came from Sophia's extracurricular activities as a Ward.
After she'd caught me with Taylor, she'd dragged me back to her home, sneered and demanded I clean myself off in the shower, then tied me up to the bed. There was an intensity in her gaze that brooked no argument to any of it - plus the fact that she had powers, and while I did too, I really didn't think I could take her in a fight.
Even now, I wasn't screaming, just because of the way she looked down at me. My cock was erect, but despite the number of times she'd ridden me, just using my dick like a dildo and getting herself off before leaving me be until she felt like using me again, I hadn't been able to come once. That was easily explicable, a tight band of metal wrapped around the base of my length, keeping me straining for a release that wouldn't come.
"Why did you fuck her, slut?" Sophia asked, for the dozenth time.
"I just- wanted to," I lied, which made her eyes narrow in a familiar manner. "Please, I'm sorry," I told her, uncertain what words to use to get the release my cock was now desperately straining for. "I won't do it again."
"That's fucking right you won't," she sneered. "Repeat after me," she said, one hand reaching for my cock, stroking it, keeping it hard. "I am Sophia Hess's personal slut. I fuck who she says, when she says, or I don't fuck at all." I groaned at the feeling and just nodded rapidly. Her hand clenched around my cock, squeezing, and my thoughts whited out. "Say it, breeder," she commanded, squeezing my dick again for emphasis.
I gasped. My words came out fast and erratic. "I'm Sophia Hess's personal slut. I fuck who she says, when she says, or I don't fuck at all," I repeated, rapidly, my hips bucking up into her hand, her juices from earlier making the movement more slippery, easier.
She gave me a smile that showed just the glimmer of ivory white teeth, her dark eyes staring down at me cruelly as she stroked me off. I couldn't come, of course, not with that damn cockring in place. "Your cock, belongs to me. You-" her free hand poked my bare chest, "-belong to me. You do not fuck disgusting losers like Taylor Hebert, ever," she told me. I just nodded, desperate to do whatever would get her to finally let me achieve release. "You're lucky that she's such an obvious virgin, or I definitely would throw your ass out. Imagine getting a disease because you used the same cock that Taylor fucking Hebert did."
I just nodded rapidly, panting, squirming as she stroked me. If I could have, I would have come the hardest I ever had in my life, but I couldn't, so instead I just took it, my mind seeming to flicker in and out of any coherent thought from the feelings. She smirked, then shifted her naked body back onto the bed - not onto my cock, though, instead planting her pink sex directly above my face. I obediently leaned up, tongue stretching out to lick at her wet sex, and was at least thankful that she hadn't let me come, because it meant there was no risk of backwash here.
She settled her ass down on my face gradually - it wasn't a forceful slam, and generally she hadn't been particularly violent, even under the circumstances. Rough, sure, but she was always rough. If it wasn't for the way she kept making it very clear she was mad at me, this could have passed for normal sex with Sophia. Soon, her weight was balanced atop me, and my tongue continued to lick and lap at her wet sex, making her sigh and close her eyes, simply craning her back as she enjoyed herself.
"Do you understand," Sophia ground out, as she also ground her cunt into my face. "Who owns you? Who decides where your cock goes?"
I nodded rapidly, my tongue going as wild as it could in her cunt. I grunted out my acknowledgement.
"It's me," she breathed, her voice hitching just a little as my tongue flashed out to rub at her clit for a heartbeat. "You are my personal slut, and I will whore you out, but you do not fuck other women without my permission," she said, and beneath the obvious domineering and possessive elements, there was also a hint of understanding. "What I really want to know, though, slut," she said, shuddering as she spoke, then raising her cunt up off my face, "is why the fuck it was Taylor Hebert. She's disgusting, and unattractive," she explained, twisting her body so she could stare down at me. "And until I get a satisfying answer, I'm not letting you free."
I just sputtered, and she sighed in disappointment, moving to slip my cock back in her cunt. Her hands pressed against my bare stomach as she rode me, her eyes closing, her head casting back. The view was amazing - fit, ebony goddess riding my cock - but it was rather spoiled by the way my cock constantly twitched inside her, my teeth digging into my lower lip as I strained not to just go crazy. My hips bucked up, trying to fuck her in spite of my current position, and she just cackled at that, eyes flicking open, turning her gaze down to me.
"Look at you, slut. I'm doing everything short of raping you, and here's your nice, hard cock, begging for more of my tight black pussy," she said, licking her lips. "You're bucking your hips like a wild man, just desperate to come inside me, but you can't," she explained, her breath hot, that sadistic note to her gaze as she leaned over me, eyes meeting mine. "Just tell me why, slut. Tell me why, and I'll let your cock free."
"I, she just, it seemed like it'd be easy to fuck her," I tried, "s-since she's not that hot."
Sophia snorted at that. "Lying again, slut," she said, hand running along my chest, sliding up to my neck, fingers teasing at my throat. "It's funny to imagine a guy picking girls based on how easy they are, but that's not why you fucked-" she cut herself off, letting out an animal noise of pleasure as my cock rubbed against her insides, "-Taylor Hebert," she breathed, closing her eyes and simply coming there, her fingers constricting on my neck as her whole body tensed. I couldn't breathe, as her fingers tightened, and I choked and sputtered, my hips desperately working to try to come, utterly unable to in spite of everything.
When she was finished with her orgasm, she got off me, simply sitting down at her desk, naked as the day she was born, flipping through a school notebook absently. "I'll use your cock again whenever I feel like it," she said, sounding almost bored. "Until you tell me the truth."
"Fuh, fine," I sputtered out. My cock felt like it was going to explode. "I thought, I thought maybe I'd be able to come with her, unlike with Emma, so I decided to test it."
At that, Sophia shifted the chair, turning it to face me, looking at me as if she was unimpressed. "How does that even make sense?"
"I, it," I swallowed, "I can, I can see parahumans'... auras, I don't know how to describe it," I explained. "I can tell you're a parahuman, and Taylor's one too."
Sophia's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing. There was a long silence, then she stood up, stepping over to me, looming over me, real danger in her eyes for the first time. "And?"
"And what?" I asked.
"And could you come with her?"
I nodded rapidly, my cheeks flush as she stared down at me. She absently licked her lips for just a moment, then shook her head. "You must be deluded. Setting aside myself, since I'd say I wasn't a para either way, there's no way Taylor fucking Hebert is a parahuman." I shrugged, helplessly. "Alright. You're sticking to this ridiculous claim? It's impossible for you to come with someone who's not a parahuman?" I nodded. "Well, first off, slut, I could have gotten you another parahuman pussy if you'd asked," she explained, with a sharp note to her voice. "Second off, let's test this ridiculous idea."
She went over to her desk, pulling out a phone, dialing someone. "Hey, Emma." "Yeah, yeah. Look, I've got the slut straining to go. I was wondering if you could come over and ride him for a little?" "No, see- he's saying he can only come if it's a parahuman's cunt." "Yeah, it's stupid. I've kept him from coming for like-" she paused, checking the clock "-four or five hours now. So if you ride him, he should blow real fast, unless he's telling the truth." "Thanks. See you in a bit." She hung up, placing the phone back down on her desk, settling into her seat, and simply staring at me. "If you're not lying-" Sophia paused, as if considering the question in careful detail. "I guess I can forgive you for fucking Hebert."
"Thanks?" I tried, swallowing. She just shrugged, and returned her attention to her notebook. I leaned my head back and waited for Emma to arrive.
It didn't take long for Emma to arrive. Sophia quickly threw on some clothes to go answer the door, and when Emma arrived in the room, she looked just as sexy as she had last time, pale skin and a curvy figure, red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a simple pink camisole, her bra visible beneath it, and a pair of jean shorts as she approached me. "He has a cockring on," Emma said.
"You can take it off," Sophia replied, rolling her eyes. "I wasn't gonna because he can only come from me," she said, with a waggle of her fingers and a smirk.
Emma sighed, getting on the bed, fiddling with the cockring for a second before taking it off. There was a feeling of relief, but even as she started to get naked, pulling off her top, Sophia retiring to a position in the corner of the room to watch. Each inch of revealed flesh had me hard, but from previous experience, I doubted this would be any better than when Sophia was riding me, cockring aboard.
Once Emma was naked, her delightful body on display, she quickly straddled me. "Don't do the bullshit you did last time," she said, poking me in the sternum.
"I told you what he said," Sophia noted, and Emma just scowled at her friend, then slid herself slowly down my cock.
She was warm, wet, and delightful, her insides caressing my cock with smooth movements as she engulfed me. I just groaned, my hands balling up, but I didn't come. Couldn't. I bucked up into her a bit as she started to ride me, and her expression became darker as she started to really pump up and down. "Come on," Emma half-yelled down at me, slapping my chest angrily. "Sophia said you haven't come for hours, that wasn't bullshit, was it?" I shook my head rapidly. "Then come. Who do you think you're kidding? Sophia's not a parahuman. Who would she even be?" She let out a small laugh at that. "Are there even any black girl parahumans in town?" Emma asked, glancing over at Sophia, who simply shrugged. "Yeah, see? Nothing," she explained, her expression darkening as her pace quickened, anger lining her pretty features as she realized I wasn't about to come.
There was definitely something deeply erotic about watching the model ride my cock, getting angrier and angrier as I failed to come. She twisted her hips from side to side, or in gentle circles; she squeezed her inner muscles; she stroked my cheeks, my bare chest. She came, of course, several times, her cunt wrapping taut around my dick each time, her back arching, her eyes rolling up. "Just, fucking, come," she grunted out, as she furiously pounded me, her skin slick with sweat from exertion, her brow furrowed in frustration. "Fucking come in me! Goddamn it!"
I couldn't, of course, so I simply bucked my hips up into her, grunting, groaning, grinding, straining, but not ever achieving release. Her fingers clawed at my chest as she upper her pace another few notches, her expression one of raw need and fury, her eyes leering down at me. "I'm, a fucking, model," she breathed. "I make guys like you squirt in half a minute," she told me. "Stop with this, this bullshit! Just fucking come!" She growled out.
Sophia just let out a soft chuckle from her corner of the room.
"Oh, real helpful!" Emma yelled over at her.
"Maybe some better dirty talk," Sophia suggested. "Come on. He's obviously got an ebony fetish," she explained, with a broad smirk. "Maybe if you do a black girl voice, it'll get him off?"
Emma just growled, turning her attention down to me. "Just, fucking, come," she breathed. "What is the matter with you? You human fucking dildo! I'm trying to make you come, and all you can do is buck your hips like a fucking animal!" She slapped my face in frustration. "Come on! Fucking come already! Fuck! What do I have to do?"
After probably a half hour of that kind of thing, Sophia sighed, getting closer to us as Emma rode me with furious abandon. She didn't say anything as she approached, and Emma was much too distracted, her eyes locked on my face as she pounded her cunt up and down my cock. Sophia's hand simply reached for my testicles, gently cupping and squeezing my balls, and I came, eyes rolling up, my hips bucking. All my thoughts left me in that moment, my brain seeming to drain directly into Emma's cunt through the medium of my semen. Emma panted and smiled, drunk and happy as she felt me achieve release, her body quivering atop me. "There we, there we go," she panted, as she slowed her pace down on top of me to a complete halt. "See-" she started, turning her head to Sophia, then pausing as she saw where Sophia was - only a foot or so behind her, right off the edge of the bed. "Did you-"
"Yeah," Sophia said. "I think he's telling the truth."
Emma grunted in irritation at that, getting off my dick. "I don't want to waste time with this dead fish then," Emma said, collecting her clothes. "Fuck. Who wants to fuck a guy who just lies there and doesn't come?"
"He comes for me," Sophia said, with a dark chuckle to her voice as she stared down at me. Emma just scoffed. "So, is that it?" Sophia asked. "You can only come for parahumans, and you can recognize parahumans?"
I swallowed and shook my head. "No, I can... push and pull, on powers, I guess," I explained, and Sophia just frowned, staring down at me. "I need to touch who I'm doing it to."
Sophia simply grabbed me by the ankle, staring down at me challengingly.
I drew her power in, a pleasant sense of satisfaction accompanying the movement. Again, there was the feeling like a vast ocean opening before me, and Sophia just gasped, eyes widening, her lips parted. A shudder ran up her spine despite the fact that she was currently quite clothed, her whole body quivering as she leaned over the bottom of the bed. Her fingers tightened in their grip on my ankle, and I strongly suspected she had literally come. When I'd gathered enough, I let go for the moment, leaving her panting, leaned over me. Her eyes rolled around for a long few moments, before settling back on me, breathing heavily.
"Well, that, certainly felt like something," she told me, wiping her chin free of a few drops of drool. She let go of me for a moment, her expression one of intense concentration, and I could see as she sort of... disintegrated. It wasn't a swift process, her flesh decomposing into smoke like her aura, Emma watching with confusion as her body eventually adopted a form entirely of wispy, dark grey smoke, before she reverted back, that movement too taking time. "Undo it," she snapped.
"The other half is that, I can push the power back in, in different configurations, or-"
"Undo it!" She snapped, hand gripping my thigh again. I pushed it back, letting the power flow into her again. But I directed it, pushing against her ability to control it, feeding more and more power into there until it was bloated. Her eyes unfocused at the feelings that were pulsing into her, her hips bucking at naked air, another dollop of saliva escaping her mouth as she shuddered in pleasure. Her fingernails clawed into my bare skin as she continued to twitch and gasp for several seconds.
"It should, it should be back to where it was, I think, but with more control," I told her, as she just panted, breathing heavily, her eyes manic in the afterglow. She finally let go of my hand, and then her own twisted into smoky nothingness - but only her hand. She stared at it, let the power flow slowly up her arm, then back, disintegrating and reforming parts of her body.
Sophia smiled, as she experimented with her new, expanded control. Emma was clothed again, watching her friend play with her power. It left me the odd one out, my cock still hard, and certainly the weird pleasure that was provoked by using my power didn't hurt in terms of keeping me aroused. "This is pretty nice," Sophia said, with a twist of her neck one way, then the other. "Yeah. I think I just might be able to forgive you, if you do just a few minor, little things for me," she explained, with a smug smile.
I swallowed.
"Don't worry," Sophia said, her voice cloyingly soothing. "Nothing too onerous for a cape slut like you."
