I was out for a nice, late-night walk to stretch my legs and burn off a bit of ambient energy, when I heard a shout in my direction. "What're you doing wandering around this late at night, handsome?"

I turned my head on automatic, and saw the source of the words was a young woman, predictably. What was less predictable was her group. Six people total, three guys and three girls, smirks all around as she spoke up. "Just going for a walk," I said, my expression probably betraying some of my confusion.

"I'd like you to go for a walk with me," the girl said, striding forward with confidence, her hand absently brushing against her black leather jacket, revealing a pistol in her waistband in a subtly threatening gesture. The rest of the group followed after her, more to watch what was going to happen than to provide support. "Maybe we could go find a nice quiet place, spend a little time together?"

"He's hot," one of the other girls said. "You can't be so selfish about this stuff, Trace. Aren't we supposed to be a team?"

"You can have him when I'm finished," Trace replied, with a crack of her neck and an uneven, threatening smile on her lips.

I knew by using the most basic elements of my reasoning skills that trying to argue my way out of getting raped with the would-be rapists wasn't going to work. Instead, I turned my gaze to the guys. "This doesn't bother you at all?"

They laughed at that. "I'm not the one that Trace is dragging into a dark alley to have her way with," one of them explained.

"It's honestly kind of funny, seeing sluts like you get their comeuppance," another provided. "Maybe if you learned how to dress yourself like a proper Aryan man, this wouldn't happen."

I glanced down at my clothes in a bit of confusion. Yeah, I dressed light for Sophia, but I was out on a walk late at night. I had on a jacket and pants and gloves and everything. That got another round of laughs, Trace speaking up. "Come on, tight clothes like that? Dyed blonde hair? You're practically begging for it. You were walking around looking for something like this, right?"

I spent a couple seconds thinking about exactly what I could do, just staring at the group as they did everything short of surround me. Even if I was a parahuman, my power... didn't do fuck all to normal people. It was useful for support and the like, but I needed a parahuman. I wound up getting pressed against the wall, Trace wearing a sadistic smile as she approached me - then a bug landed on her cheek, and she tried to wave it away, but it was joined by a dozen others in a second. "What the fuck?!" She half-screamed, pulling back from me, hands swinging wildly through the air in a pinwheel motion.

The others had also been similarly assaulted by countless bugs, and they finally seemed to realize that they were under attack, pulling out guns and swinging them in random directions. "The fuck is-" one of them got out before he suddenly just fell. I couldn't really see what did it, but it was like there was a sweeping line that ran through the entire group, knocking everybody to the ground, and the bugs just swarmed them as they screamed and resisted. A few shots rang out, but luckily none in my direction.

They decided discretion was the better part of valor and started booking it, leaving me alone, standing there and unsure what really to do in this kind of situation. Go home? My eyes ran across the dark streets and buildings, and I spotted the parahuman responsible hiding in an alley nearby, crouching behind a dumpster. Her aura was familiar to me, like electricity radiating from her, and it made her much easier to spot as well. Taylor Hebert, that virgin I'd fucked before Sophia firmly put me on the leash.

When my eyes met hers, I could see her flinch at being caught. She rose, then, trying to present herself well. Her costume seemed to be half-done; the top was a skintight bodysuit that clung to her upper body, while the bottoms looked like some cheap pair of jeans she'd bought. She had a full-face mask, complete with goggles, a single ponytail coming out the back. Her expression was completely unreadable behind it, and she approached me quickly. Her speaking was a bit stilted. "Are you alright, sir?" She tried, her voice actually subtly warbling as she tried to adopt a role she was clearly uncomfortable with.

Now, there were a lot of ways I could have played this situation. Mostly, though, I was thinking with my dick. I'd be able to get away with it if I fucked Taylor right now, and she was a pretty fun partner last time, so... "Thank you so much," I told her, willing my words to sound absolutely effusive. She seemed surprised by my words, jerking to attention. "I'm really thankful that you protected me like this." I took one of her hands in mine, clasping it tight. "So many people just keep seeing me as a slut, a piece of meat... I'm glad that you protected me."

"A-ah, you're very welcome," she said, her voice hesitant and not really knowing where I was going with it. You could practically hear the blush in her voice, the way she subtly shifted her weight.

"Can I give you a hero's reward?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes a little. The near-rape was honestly completely forgotten by this point, replaced by the basic urge to fuck a girl without Sophia's express permission. The risky nature of it just made it more enticing, forbidden fruit and all that.

"A wha?" She sputtered.

"You saved me from being raped... I want to pay you back, ma'am." My hand left hers, instead groping her ass cheek through her jeans, making her squeak in surprise. Even through the goggles I could see her eyes widen, and hear her audibly swallow. When she didn't immediately bite, I kept going. "I'm sorry. I just... it's been a long time since I was able to have sex with somebody who actually treated me kindly. We didn't part on the best of terms, either."

"If that's really what you want," she said, clearly warring between wanting not to take advantage of the traumatized damsel in distress and wanting to take advantage of the traumatized damsel in distress. She looked around and quietly guided me into a nearby alley, finding a nice isolated spot as she did. "You don't have to do-"

I pulled at her mask - it was a separate piece from the bodysuit itself - and she hurriedly reached up to stop me, but I halted my movements as it reached her nose, exposing her thin lips and wide mouth. I pressed my lips against hers, and she stopped arguing or struggling instantly, my tongue slithering into her mouth forcefully, putting all the experience I'd acquired since we'd first had sex to good use. With my free hand, I popped the top button of her jeans, slipping my hand inside, past her panties, beginning to rub at her clit almost immediately.

She squirmed and panted in response, her eyelashes fluttering behind the goggles, and soon she was trying to replicate what I was doing to me - stroking my cock through my pants, her own tongue flicking uncertainly against mine, her other hand reaching around to grope and squeeze my ass even as I did the same to her. It made for a lot of fun, nonverbally tutoring her in how to fuck, but I wanted to actually have sex.

I withdrew my cock from my pants, and she broke off the kiss to stare down at it. Her lips parted, and I did briefly consider having her suck it, but it wouldn't exactly fit the scenario here - I was rewarding her for all her hard work saving me from getting raped, after all; girls back in my world wouldn't ask for cunnilingus while they were rewarding their man - so instead I pulled at her own jeans, twisting her around so she faced away from me, giving me a better angle for the nearly-clothed sex we were about to have.

It was chilly, being a New England night - you could see Taylor's breath on the air - and the cold brushed against my cock for a moment. I barely managed to control myself from stuffing my length in the readily available, no doubt quite warm hole, instead grabbing a condom out of my back pocket and pulling it on in with frantic energy. Taylor quivered a bit in anticipation, looking over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flush with color as she anticipated getting what she was about to get: hot sex with a damsel in distress.

Then I pushed myself inside her, grasping her around the hips and just enjoying the sweet caress and warmth of her insides. She let out a long sigh herself, as I filled her up, and for a moment I just held myself inside her - then I met her lips again, kissing her hard once more, my fingers gripping her hair to keep her held in place. My free hand slid down towards her clit, rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub, and I could feel her squirm as she tried to resist coming, her legs kicking as much as they could in her half-pulled down jeans. She wasn't willing to admit she was having any troubles, so she just panted desperately into my mouth, fingers turning into near-claws and almost scraping along the walls.

I let go of her hair, instead sliding my hands down to her breasts. She was wearing a bra, but through the thin fabric of her bodysuit and the bra, I could definitely make out her little tits. I slid my hand up under the bodysuit after a few moments of fondling, and she gladly let me start to grope and caress her.

At some point, she seemed to realize that she was pretty much entirely the passive participant. Even if the sex was a reward, for a girl in this world, not making the guy come was a kind of deep psychological blow, so she started to do her best to hump back into me, pressing her tight little ass into my groin as she thrust herself forward and backwards. It was more thrashing than it was properly fucking me, but I certainly didn't mind, the unpredictable movements adding to my own pleasure.

I upped my pace inside her accordingly, grunting into her mouth for a long few seconds as I frantically pounded away, the wet noises of our sex seeming to fill the alley. I broke off the kiss, panting and biting at her neck. She squirmed and gasped, biting her lip, trying her very level best to keep from coming for as long as possible. I could feel the way her thighs wiggled back and forth, the way her cunt intermittently clenched around my length, showing that she was getting close to the edge despite her best intentions. She twisted, letting out a quiet little noise almost like a whimper, the softest, most desperate note of pleasure there was in the world...

I decided to relieve her of her agonizing near-ecstasy by just using my power to drag her up over the edge. She squeaked just for a brief moment as the orgasm hit her, then tightened every muscle in her body that she could, doing her level best not to make it obvious that she'd come so quickly. We'd only been fucking for maybe a couple minutes, after all, and I let her keep her dignity for the moment, just licking at her neck. "A-ah, you, you really know, h-how to have sex," she stammered out, clearly having no idea what to say in this kind of situation. "Is, is anybody making you, h-have it, when you don't-"

I cut her off by making her come again, dragging out and pushing back in a thick dollop of her power to make her spasm in ecstasy. I didn't really want to deal with that line of discussion, and the heat to her cheeks showed she was totally humiliated by having come so quickly after the first time, biting her lower lip as she came down. "I'm, I'm not normally this sensitive," she desperately pleaded.

"I believe you," I told her, in my best husky voice, and I could practically feel the relief as her shoulders sagged. She was really cute, the nervous virgin straining not to come too much while failing to control herself was a very sexy thing. "It's just me, right? I'm just too good at sex." She nodded rapidly, panting as she did so, her breaths still visible in the air. "That's hot," I breathed, nibbling at her neck for a moment. "Tell me I'm the best fuck you've ever had. Tell me no cape slut's ever compared to me."

Her mouth worked at the air for a moment. "I've never," she started, before cutting herself off, not wanting to admit that I was her only sexual experience. It had me rock hard inside her, my pace accelerating, and when she caught her breath, she started up again. "I've never had, a-as good, a f-fuck as you," she agreed, breathing heavily. "Your cock's, amazing, the biggest, and hardest?" She squeaked as the last word came out, unsure if she was saying quite the right thing. I rewarded her by increasing my pace. "Biggest, hardest, nicest," she breathed out, and I sent a jolt of pleasure through her body as I kept fingering her clit.

Her head lolled forward as she simply gave up any hope of keeping her wits and pride. There was a look of resignation on her face as her hands balled up into fists, pressed against the wall. It was unbelievably sexy, seeing the young heroine who had tried so very hard to control herself, giving in to the reality that she was a one pump chump when it came to me.

I upped my pace as a reward. "I like it. I think it's sexy when the girl comes fast." I could see by the flush on her cheeks that she thought I was just humoring her, but that didn't really matter to me. "Especially a powerful heroine like yourself. You took out a half-dozen gang members without even showing yourself. It was so amazing and cool," I grunted, "and now you're quivering on my cock like a virgin."

She whimpered and came anew, this time without any extra push from me. I let her drag me over the edge this time, bottoming out and enjoying the caress of her sex, her body working overtime to get me to impregnate her. When I was completely spent, I pulled out and admired her panting, gasping body. I peeled the condom off, tying it off when I did so, and pulled her pants back up. She was resting on an elbow, now, her forehead pressed against the wall as she just tried to desperately collect herself. I wiggled the condom, and her eyes snapped to it. "A reward for my heroine," I told her, and she - almost stupidly - reached out to collect the thing in one hand, staring at it for a couple seconds. I gave her a quick squeeze of the ass. She didn't have much of one, but I knew from Sophia it was a huge ego boost to get groped. "I always have a lot of fun watching you come."

She didn't appear to have enough of her wits to process what I'd said before I left.

* * *

Sophia didn't always bother with anything even vaguely close to foreplay, romance, or dates, before she decided it was time to get down and dirty with me. It wasn't even malicious or sadistic, it was more like she just forgot it was something she was supposed to do. So after the next day of school, she just said, "You're coming home with me, slut," groping my bicep.

I obediently nodded like a good boy, though I knew I'd have to tell her about what happened with the Empire (and Taylor, by extension). Once we were back at her place, she was all about ready to throw me onto the bed before I spoke up. "I have something I need to tell you."

Her expression instantly darkened, probably mostly because my tone was serious which suggested it might be something unpleasant for her. "What?" The word was a bark.

"I was out for a walk late last night, and some E88 girls came at me. Ah, three girls and three guys, the girls were after... you know. They had guns."

"What did they look like?" She snarled the words out. "Some racist white bitches think they can come after my boy and get away with it?" Her breathing had gotten a bit erratic, her heart rate clearly elevated. "Don't worry, I don't blame you, slut," she said, patting my cheek. It seemed like she'd noticed my response of surprise, a little fear, but taken it the wrong way. "I know you're a good boy. I'm just going to hurt the women who hurt you, alright?"

"Ah, they didn't, actually, manage to do anything, because another heroine stepped in."

"Oh," Sophia said with a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear." She hugged me. "You shouldn't go out late at night alone. If you want to go for a walk, I'll go with you."

"That... doesn't seem likely to reduce the harassment from E88 people," I pointed out. If anything, it'd accelerate it. Racial purity back in my world was all put on the woman; here, it was all on the man.

"Yeah, you're a real MIB," I had no idea what that meant other than by context, "and they hate guys like that, but it would reduce the odds of you getting raped. And I can take care of anybody who tries anything, don't worry."

"I don't think it's that likely that I'll get raped." It was probably just bad luck.

She flicked my forehead with her middle finger. "That's why you almost got raped, dumbass. You're hot now, girls love raping hot sluts like you." I squinted as I considered that statement, and she just rolled her eyes. "Ugh, don't tell me you're one of those types who believe it's 'all about power.'"

"Right. Okay. I will keep that in mind."

I wasn't that convincing, because she promptly scowled. "If you get fucking raped because you're being a moron, I'm gonna..." her hands clench into fists, and after a few seconds, she changed tactics. "Is this your thing? You're into being raped? Is that why you're always so horny for fresh pussy, you're hoping that you find some chick who will rape you?"

"What? No," I said. "I can't even come with girls that aren't parahumans."

"Oh yeah." She let it go, and started to curl up on me. "I'm glad you're safe, slut," she said, reaching down for my groin and squeezing my cock through my pants. "Now, in the future, don't put yourself in risky situations like that."

"I actually had sex with the heroine who saved me. I wore a rubber, but... you know, emotions were high... she had this whole dark avenger thing going on, and since she saved me, I figured she deserved a fuck..."

Sophia's lips were pursed as she stared into my eyes, then she just let out a grunt. "I guess you were all messed up from almost getting raped," she said. "Back when I was independent, I'd have gladly jumped a slut like you if you offered," she continues, her fingers reaching down to caress my cock again, gently stroking it through my pants. "It was just an alleyway quickie, though. She probably won't even think about you again." Unlikely, but I just nodded. "I'm your personal dark avenger, though," she told me, leaning forward to meet my lips with hers, pushing me down onto my back on the bed. I let her, obviously.

Her hands fished my cock out of my pants with roughness and force, dragging it up into open air in a moment, her fingers gently running along it. "Look, if you're in trouble, call me." She paused for a moment, continuing to stroke me, her expression strangely serious. "They have these... it's basically a life alert bracelet, you know, for cape spouses and stuff. I'll get you one. If anybody hurts you, I won't forgive them." Her fingers started to slide up and down my cock faster and faster, squeezing and gripping. "Just take care of yourself, alright, slut?" Even as she asked, she was sliding her pants off, kicking them to one side. "I put all this work into making you the best meat dildo a girl could want," she said, fishing her way out of her panties, "so I don't want you to ruin it because you went and got raped by some E88 goons."

A moment later, I was inside her, with her simply slamming her cunt right down my cock, letting out a soft sigh as she felt me fill her up. "Yeah... this is my cock, alright? It doesn't belong to you any more, so you can't go getting it messed up." She licked her lips and started to ride me, grasping the base of my shirt and just yanking it off. "It's thanks to me you've got all these muscles, so don't go letting some random E88 bitches play with them," she continued, fingers running across my bare chest with excitement.

She leaned down and actually started licking at my chest, which made my cock throb inside her, making her hum pleasantly, her licking getting more intense, tongue flicking around my nipple. It was much more her ravenous behavior that was getting me off than the actual feeling of her tongue against my bare skin, but both were definitely nice. She was just roughly fucking away, giving me a predatory look as she continued to run her tongue along my bare skin, while I just squirmed beneath her, cock twitching.

It was nice, just lying back and letting Sophia do all the work. Her tongue hungrily slid across bare flesh, up towards my neck, licking my Adam's apple, then my chin, then kissing me hungrily, her tongue slithering down into my mouth, her pace only accelerating. She popped back a moment later. "You kissed her?"

"It... would be weird not to?" I tried.

She frowned again, slowing her pace atop me. Then she shook her head. "You were scared," she told me, kissing me again. "Adrenaline pumping," she breathed out in my ear as she rode me, and I felt a little bad for tricking her. Not that I was going to do that. "I understand. I'm not blaming you. You're a good boy normally, and you told me, like a good boy should." She nibbled on my ear as she furiously pounded herself up and down my cock. "When you're good, you get rewarded," she added, cunt squeezing taut on my dick, making me groan.

"Remember whose pussy your cock belongs to," she panted out, her pace becoming manic, her expression a little wild. "This new heroine? She only saved you because she was there. In the future, you shouldn't go out alone late at night, slut. You call me, alright? I'll escort you wherever you need to go. I mean..." her fingers slid along my bare skin as she spoke, her nose only an inch from mine, "You'll have to reward me for playing chaperone, but you like it, don't you? You like being used by your woman. You like pleasing me."

I swallowed and nodded. Mostly because 'pleasing her' generally meant letting her ride my dick and lick my chest and other enjoyable things like that, and the occasional cunnilingus request wasn't that big a deal. (It was only if she was in a really sadistic mood that she wouldn't pay me back afterwards.) Still, for Sophia, that nod was the spark that lit the explosives, because she came hard on top of me, squeezing tight with her muscles, fingernails suddenly digging into my shoulders. I let go alongside her, grunting, my hips bucking up into her as I came. She sighed and smiled at that, though she couldn't do much more in the moment.

When we were both finished coming, she just draped herself on top of me, pressing her body up against my bare chest. "Seriously," she mumbled, into my chest as much as anywhere else. "You're such a stupid slut. Don't go out late at night alone again, alright?"

I just nodded in response.