Sophia antsily shifted in her chair, her expression one that didn't want to betray any weakness as she looked at me from the other side of the bulletproof glass pane. "Look, this bullshit, it doesn't change anything, slut."

I just nodded. She was going to be spending most of the next three years in prison for violating the terms of her parole. There wasn't any sense in antagonizing her pointlessly.

She hesitated, her gaze repeatedly leaving me, avoiding eye contact. "You, you're not allowed to have sex with anybody else-"

"Sophia. I can't come on my own," I interrupted. She bit her lip at that, no doubt already knowing this was coming. "I'm going to have sex with other people while you're in there." I could've added a comment about how she turned me into a slut, but I decided to leave it there.

"Fine. Fine. Whatever. Fuck you!" She slammed the phone down for emphasis, which apparently just managed to avoid pissing off the guards enough for them to activate her electrified collar as she rose from her seat to dramatically stomp off.

* * *

After Sophia's imprisonment, Miss Militia began to take a more direct interest in me. She took time out of her day to practice sparring with me, discuss and experiment with my power, and otherwise act as a good mentor in the Protectorate should. It was strange, almost, how forward she was willing to be about it - I would have assumed that an older female Protectorate member hovering around a teenage male Ward would be assumed to have prurient interests, but it seems everybody thought too well of Hannah for that.

Or maybe it was only after all those training sessions, when I'd find my way to sneak over to her home, that we'd actually do anything. A sweaty fight right in front of the security cameras was completely different from the sorts of things we did in private at her place.

So it was, not two months after Sophia's imprisonment, that I was on her couch, sitting next to her as the TV played a porno I'd picked out. She glanced my way from time to time, still not quite certain that I was really okay with watching this sort of material. I was, as long as it was one-on-one, no extended cunnilingus scene, and generally kept the camera zoomed out instead of focusing in on the guy's chiseled chest or abs. Thus me having to carefully pick something out.

I reached over to her thigh, gently running my fingers up the muscular, olive-skinned limb until I slid under her skirt, finding her panties and beginning to gently tease her sex through them. Her eyes lit up with both arousal and surprise, but she quietly shifted on the couch, giving me better access, her own hand going for my groin, gently stroking my length. "You're so hard already," she said, almost surprised. "You really are just... nnn." Her groan was half just to express how much of a delight I was, and half because I was teasing her clit with my finger. She hungrily shifted her weight until she loomed over me, her pretty lips inches from my own before she started to smack away, lips noisily sucking on mine, her tongue slithering into my mouth while the porno kept playing in the background.

My hands groped her ass, enjoying the feeling of it beneath my fingers, all the firm muscles giving it that perfect tension. Unlike with Sophia, with Hannah, I couldn't really get away with fucking every parahuman with tits I saw, but she made up for it with enthusiasm and skill, her fingers soon stroking my length as she extracted it from my pants.

She broke off the kiss, just smiling at me, fingertips gently trailing along my cheek as she drank in my features. "You're so handsome," she breathed out, my length occasionally brushing against her flipped-up skirt as she kept jerking me off. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you, protect you, help you grow into a hero... and when you're old enough to join the Protectorate proper, I promise, you can publicly be my boyfriend. No more hiding." Her lips pressed against mine then, so much feeling and emotions in the movement. As far as she was concerned, I wanted nothing more than to be this beautiful older woman's boyfriend...

To be honest, I wasn't sure she was wrong. Just a month off from Sophia had proved enough to wean me off the joy of being allowed to fuck whoever I wanted with my girlfriend watching, and now I was enjoying the new experience of Hannah working hard to make me feel good every time we were alone, doting after me in daily life, and just generally showering me with affection. "I know how much you like fellatio, so let me reward you for keeping this a secret - for now." She added the 'for now' as if it was vitally important that I understand that she was only keeping it a secret for the next three years, and that when those were up, she'd gladly publicly embrace me.

Then she slank down to her knees in front of me, wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock without the slightest hesitation, slurping me down to the base in a heartbeat. I groaned in pleasure at that, my ass rising off the couch for a few deliciously pleasant seconds, my hard length throbbing in her throat as I did. Her tongue swished around on the underside of my dick, a warm look in her eyes, her hands gently brushing at my thighs. My gaze flicked from her over to the porn video, and rather than being humiliated or angry, it just spurred her on, her tongue swishing around even more excitedly inside her mouth, wiping against the underside of my length, slurping noisily, cheeks hollowing, hands gripping and squeezing my thighs tight.

I grunted at that, turning my attention back down to her as I locked my thighs around her head. I knew from our many practice spars that I had the strength advantage on her, but there wasn't even the tiniest look of concern on her face as I held her there with my legs. Even when my hands grabbed the back of her head, grinding her into my pelvis, enjoying the warmth of her mouth and throat, saliva dripping around my length and dribbling down onto the couch, she didn't try to pull back or stop me, didn't offer any complaint, just kept at her work, even seeming more excited, more enthusiastic, having me respond like that.

It was a complete 180 from my time with Sophia. Where Sophia constantly had to mentally reassure herself, and me, that she was on top, I probably could have done anything short of stepping on Hannah's face and she would have taken it without it even occurring to her she ought to feel degraded or downtrodden. It made everything intensely erotic, my cock already threatening to explode. I turned my gaze up to the television again, watching the actress on screen as she panted and groaned, riding the male actor on the bed. The camera was behind her and above, meant to show off the guy's body, but it was far enough back that you could see her smooth skin, her full butt...

Hannah just sucked on my cock, noisily enough to make my gaze turn back down to her, my breath hitching in my throat suddenly as my attention swiveled back down. She smiled with her eyes at that, smacking her lips around my dick, tongue flicking and flashing. I was tempted to hold her down until she passed out, just to see if she'd try to stop me, but I finally let her breath, yanking her up and off my cock in a forceful movement, panting as my dick twitched right in front of her face.

I'll never forget the look on her face. There was this forlorn look in her eyes as she stared at it, watching it like that dog in the meme image staring at the cupcake. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen in my life - and the moment that I was pretty sure she'd had the chance to suck in a couple breaths, I gave her what she so clearly and desperately wanted, standing up as I slammed her face right back down into my groin, using my grip on her hair to start to seriously fuck her face. My gaze went back and forth from her to the television, watching the sex on screen while receiving a blowjob in real life, and if I had to guess, Hannah's only problem with the whole situation was that I hadn't come yet.

With how hard I was fucking her face, it wasn't going to be long before she got her wish. "You're so good, Hannah," I groaned out, as my balls wetly slapped against her chin. I tried to think of what to say, what would be sexiest to hear in this kind of situation, if our roles were reversed. "You really are amazing with your tongue, I love it. I'm going to get totally addicted to your mouth and become your happy little love slaaaaave-"

At that point, I bottomed out and came, letting out a low moan as I twitched and bucked against her, my gaze going down to Hannah. She seemed ambivalent suddenly, happy that I was coming, not-so-happy about something else, and the moment I was done coming, I pulled out of her mouth. "Something wrong?" I asked, sincerely worried. I didn't want my easy/fun blowjobs/facefucks with the Miss Militia to come to an end because I'd fucked something up.

"Ahm..." she seemed hesitant, but in the sweetest way, like she didn't want to hurt my feelings. "You don't have to say that kind of thing for me, angel... I don't want that kind of relationship with you." Her hands gently brushed up and down my thighs. "I want something real, something both of us enjoy together. Not some... affected sex where you degrade yourself for my sick kicks." It was obviously she was assuming I did the same thing for Sophia.

Since I did, I saw no reason to correct her. "Oh. My bad," I said. "I really don't mind saying things like that."

"You should. You should respect yourself. You're a hero, not just some slut and sex toy." The fact that she was saying those words, still kneeling in front of me, my hard dick right in front of her face, so occupied by trying to talk me out of my "mental damage" that she didn't even bother to stand up, was intensely erotic. It seemed like she finally processed our physical positions, and quickly rose back up to her feet. "I think watching the porn was a bad idea," she said, frowning as she turned to the television. "Even if it's a relatively nice one, this sort of thing distorts your sense of sexuality." She shut off the TV with a quick click of the remote.

"If we're not going to watch any more porn, I'd like to see a different show," I told her, glancing down at her body.

She smiled at that, almost mischievous. "You are so fun," she breathed out, grasping the base of her shirt and hurriedly pulling it over her head, tossing it to one side, leaving her wearing her black sports bra. She soon wiggled her way out of that, too, revealing pert breasts, and in a few more seconds she was naked in front of me. My eyes drank her in, running across bare skin, making her strut and show herself off. "You like?"

"I definitely do," I grunted, reaching for her hips and pulling her close to me, my hard cock smushing against her stomach as I mashed my lips against hers. She sighed into my mouth, her own tongue dancing about with an agility and experience my own couldn't match.

When the kiss finally ended, she grasped my hand. "Let's go to the bedroom," she said, taking me along with her, my cock happily bouncing as she moved with utter shamelessness, despite being naked and me being almost entirely clothed. When we got there, she pulled my shirt up and off, staring with wonder at my bare chest. "You are truly handsome," she said, exuding the words like they were the most heartfelt things in the world, her fingers brushing along my bare stomach as she kissed me again, letting my hard cock get smushed between our bodies. For a moment, she just fondled me, groping my pecs, my abs, even teasing my cock - then she pulled my pants and underwear down in a rush, pulling me along with her towards the bed. As she crawled onto it, showing off her firm ass to me, she spoke up. "I know you like to be on top, since it helps you feel in control..."

Because Sophia didn't let me have any control, I could mentally fill in. "I do," I told her, as I got on the bed behind her. I didn't want her to decide that this was a show of some lingering sexual trauma, so... "I always have. Sophia never let me do it with her, she always had to be on top, in control. It's just sex, why can't we have some fun?" I teased my tip at her wet sex, and she smiled and nodded at me.

"You deserve to have fun. You're so-" I cut her off by just ramming into her, and she let out this sort of desperate sigh of a laugh, surprise audible in her voice. "Getting tired of healing this old lady talk, huh?" She panted out as she glanced over her shoulder at me, lips curled up in a wicked and friendly smile.

"I love hearing you talk," I reassured her, grasping her hips tight and just starting to go to town. She could take it, that much I knew by experience, and she panted and gasped in throaty delight, not hiding her feelings at all as I took her for all she was worth. "Keep talking. Tell me how sexy and wonderful I am," I said, more teasing than sincere, but she did it.

"Ah, you're, so, ah, fuck," she panted, fingers digging into the bed beneath her, clumping up around the sheets. "You're so full of life! So eager! So fun!" Her elbows bent and she wobbled beneath me a bit, her cunt clinging tight to my cock. "I've never, ever, been with a boy as much of a horndog as you," she panted out, slamming her hips back against my pelvis. The words were nothing but a compliment. "I want to take you out with me, show you off! I hate that I have to wait three whole years to do it!"

At that, I decided to push her over the edge into orgasm, pulling and pushing on her power to slam her full of ecstasy. She screamed in ecstasy, head casting back, a delicious look on her face, framed for me in just the barest hints, in the way her lips were parted wide enough to see her pink tongue and white teeth, the way her eyes were rolled up. "Don't worry," I grunted as I thrust into her, harder and faster. "I love these more intimate dates, since it means I never have to worry about if we're going to fuck when it's over, and if I get too horny, we can do it right then and there."

She moaned at that, obviously enjoying those words. I wondered if, due to her age, she felt less attractive, like I was out of her league, so she enjoyed having me say the exact opposite was true, or if it was just a generally giving personality that had her reacting that way. "Seeing you is always wonderful, Hannah. Spending time with you is great. Thank you for taking care of me."

You could see the pride radiate from her face, her hips starting to slam back into me with renewed force as she grit her teeth for a moment, controlling her pleasure just for the purpose of getting me off. "Yes, I'll take, care of you," she grunted out, struggling to speak a bit from how much she was feeling it - and I wasn't even playing with her power, or her clit, at this point. "You don't have to worry about Sophia any more. I'll be your woman. I'll show you what it means, to be, loved," she got out, before coming, hard, on my cock a second time. Incredibly quickly after the first, in fact. So quick, her cheeks lit up with embarrassment, a rare thing to see from her.

Did she have a thing for fixing broken birds? I could play to that. "Thank you, Hannah," I told her, leaning forward, gently kissing at her neck, at her shoulders. "You're so kind. You really do care about me... I see that. I know that probably, when you first approached me, a big part of it was that I was handsome." She let out some noise, trying desperately to shake her head. "But it isn't like you can approach someone for their beautiful soul," I soothed. "I know you're not so shallow, just to like me for my blonde hair, my good looks, my sexual rapacity. You like me, for me. And that makes this special."

She nodded rapidly at that, looking back over her shoulder at me with a smile on her lips. It was too goddamn much, and I bottomed out and came inside her at that point, unable to control myself a second longer as I let out a copious amount of cum inside her, feeling like my balls were being drained as her muscular pussy wrapped and squeezed my dick tight. When I was completely spent, I pulled out of her, panting heavily as I simply collapsed down onto the bed next to her - barely a second later, she was curled up against me, softly nuzzling my body with her own, tongue occasionally stretching out to lick my bare skin.

"Is there anything I can do to make our time together even more special?" She asked me, tilting her head up so she could meet my gaze. "It sometimes feels like we're... in a rut. You come over, we chat a bit, then we fuck... I know we can't go out, but..." she hesitated, her lips thinning. "Name something special I can give you. Anything. I'll make it happen, angel." She kissed my neck with that little comment.

I honestly was pretty set, in terms of material things. Even our sex life was great. Hannah was a real champ who would go along with basically anything... though, I hadn't actually done one particular thing yet. "There is something." She perked up instantly at that. "My power has another element to it... I can change your body, temporarily," I explained, making her frown in confusion. "I'd like to make your breasts bigger, and get a titwank."

She let out a soft laugh at that, more doting than offended. She kissed my cheek. "If that's what you want, then of course I'll do it for you, angel," she told me. "But I did want you to think of things outside the bedroom," she said, even as she moved to shift her body down between my thighs. She had a decent cup size even without my powers, just enough to barely give a titjob, but I reached down for shoulders, pulling at her power and pushing the resultant energy right back into her tits, making them swell in size until they were nearly the size of volleyballs.

Her eyes widened slightly at the growth, but then she smiled, wrapping her fingers around her breasts and beginning to massage my cock with them. It was still slick with a mix of her spit and her juices, making the passage between her newly voluptuous tits easy, my white cockhead peeking up between the valley of her gorgeous full tits, the whole rest of my length soon disappearing inside them. "I don't mind if you are a satyriac," she told me, her voice sweet and gentle even as she titfucked me, squeezing the fat flesh around my dick. "We can have sex as often as you need. But..." She hesitated, just a moment, then made an expression of affection that Sophia had never done even once, flicking her tongue against the tip of my cock, still coated as it was in her juices. "Anything else you want... I'll do that too."

I just groaned at the sweet pleasure of having the gorgeous Miss Militia, with porn star sized tits, working to pleasure me with both her words and her breasts. I was pretty much in heaven, and not much for conversation - she seemed to realize as much, humming gently and getting more enthusiastic with her titwank pretty much instantly. "If you like big tits, you can make them big every time we fuck," she told me. "Don't hesitate because you're embarrassed, lots of boys love breasts, even unrealistically huge ones." She squeezed her tits, smushing them tight around my dick, the pillowy soft flesh swelling in ways that were deeply erotic. "If you want to do anything else like this..."

"Nnn, I had, a thought," I panted out, my cock twitching, my brain suggesting I just grab her tits for myself and start fucking her. "I... I worry when, Sophia gets out, and finds out we're together, she'll come here." Hannah blinked at that. I'd pretty much never suggested I was genuinely afraid of Sophia, so she paused for the moment - which caused me to buck my hips right in between her voluptuous tits. "So... can you, can you get a new identity? And when you do - can you dye your hair blonde?"

I understood, in that moment, just how sexy Sophia had found the idea of making me change my hair color just for her. Even for Hannah, there was a certain embarrassment in her gaze at that, her movements more calculated and slow as her breasts gently rose and fell on my cock. "I may not... be able to do something like that right away... but okay, angel," she said, warm and reassuring. "For you." She kissed the tip of my dick, a sweet, affectionate movement, more than something intended for eroticism. It still pushed me over the edge, and soon enough, a geyser of white sticky fluids was spraying out of my cock and clinging to her face, raining down on her newly-expanded in size tits, marking her in a copious quantity of my fluids as she just widened her eyes in surprise at just how much I could come.

I didn't know if it was just natural, my power, or maybe something Amy had done, and to be honest, I didn't really care. It was still fun, seeing Hannah drenched like that. She smiled up at me, starting to lick up some of my semen from her breasts, feeding it into her mouth as if it was the tastiest thing in the world, staring up at me with smoldering lust.

* * *

I'd turned eighteen three months before Sophia, which meant I was able to start dating Hannah three months before Sophia got out. We played it off as me, the lovestruck teen, who'd always harbored feelings for his mentor but never been able to say them aloud, and her, the mentor who was mostly just playing along in the hopes that I'd realize she wasn't that amazing. I asked her out in over-the-top ways in front of everyone no less than three times in one week before she finally 'gave in'.

From there, it was easy to start passing ourselves off as a couple. We had been for the better part of three years, after all. She was still a wondrous joy in the bedroom, giving and sweet and loving to see me come, sexy as hell, willing to try things with me.

And, of course, a quiet show of just how long our relationship had really been going on that only I knew: her blonde hair. In costume, of course, she wore a wig that kept the same plain old dark hair tone visible to the going public. In her private identity, she wore it with some degree of pride, particularly given that I was constantly admiring it, touching it, feeling it, enjoying it every which way. She'd explained it to the department as a security concern that she wasn't sure of, but felt it'd be best to take proactive action on - gotten moved to halfway across the city and given a new last name.

She'd be losing the last name soon enough, anyway.

I never did wind up seeing Sophia again. I don't know what happened to her after prison - I think she got moved to a department on the other side of the country - and honestly, I don't really care. I'm far happier with Hannah as my wife, than I ever was with Sophia as my girlfriend.