[Brockton Bay Police Department HQ]
Down a hallway of cells, I walked. A pair of Chloe-attorneys in sharp black suits on either side of me. while the policewoman who did the arrest on Alexandria led us to a specific holding cell.
"Aoicus?! What're you doing here?" a familiar black teenage girl in a purple hoodie and torn skinny jeans squawked in surprise from behind bars.
"It's good to see you too, Aisha." I just sighed back, "But your older brother would blow his top and whine about it if he knew we were talking. He doesn't like it when I so much as stand in the same city block as you after all."
"Good! Fuck Brian and his over-protective ass." Aisha snorted- crossing her thin arms over her chest. "Can you believe that he's delaying paying my fine so that I can sit here and 'Learn my lesson?' As if the second time is supposed to be any different."
Still, her brown eyes kept glancing at me with a flicker of hope... like I was a human-shaped 'Get out of jail free' card flying into arms reach. The sheer familiarity that she addressed me by told me that I was spending so much time with meatbags now. Ugh, I really needed to get that Transdimensional Warp tunneler working so that I can go to other worlds where the females are actually fuckable, instead of being populated exclusively by inferior meat females with their disgustingly inefficient biological processes.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been caught shop-lifting." I told Aisha who just winked back conspiratorially.
"It won't happen again. Getting caught, I mean." she reassured me before glancing over to the two Chloe-attorneys, "Uh... you wouldn't happen to be here to bust me out? Please tell me Brian sent you here to clear things up. It would be sweet if this little accident didn't appear on my criminal record."
"Sorry, Aisha." I shrugged, "I'm actually here for the sexy latina in the back."
And there the cybernetically-enhanced lady of the hour was - leaning against the back wall of the cell, and still in those all-black jogging outfit that she was arrested in.
"Not even half an hour." Rebecca Costa-Brown said to me with a nod, "Thank you for the prompt response, Aoicus. Jail is noisier than I expected it to be."
"You're here for the Mexican Brick Shithouse?!" Aisha squawked in surprise before adopting a thoughtful look, "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I heard that it's getting real popular for guys to like muscular women thanks to Fate characters like Barghest. Fucking Magos... But I didn't figure you to be one of those though, Aoicus. Come on, wouldn't you rather have nice, feminine chocolate bombshell like me instead?! All you gotta do is get me out of here, and I'll give you the night of your life!"
However, my [Logis Acceleritas] told a very different story.
Lie. She doesn't actually intend to sleep with me.
Personality modelling indicates she likely intends on teasing her brother over the possibility that she did though.
Will happily regularly cause friction between me and Brian just to get back at her brother.
"We both know that's a lie, Aisha." I told her flatly. "And I'm also not interested in your family feud with your brother."
Aisha just watched with undisguised jealousy as the policewoman let Rebecca out of the cell.
"Come on, please?!" Aisha continued to plead- pressing up against the bars, "I bet miss beefcake over there wouldn't know what to do with you unlike me!"
"Let's just go. I believe you owe me dinner, Aoicus?" Alexandria told me with a small smile- ignoring the younger Lasborn sibling as she grew enraged as she was ignored and desperately shit-talked harder.
"Fucking stop ignoring me!" the younger teen shouted, angrily gripping the bars of the cell until her knuckles turned white. "Aoicus, get back here or I'm telling Brian you asked me to have sex with you and that latina gorilla!"
...
"Well, I'll see you around, Aisha." I waved back as we walked off.
"Wait, I take it back what I said! Don't let me get convicted!"
"What did you do to antagonise her so much?" I asked Rebecca as we walked out of the BBPD HQ and out into the snow, "Did you say something that she inexplicably disagreed strongly with... or called her a racial slur?"
"I ignored her the entire time there." Rebecca shrugged, and I nodded knowingly as our Chloe-Cab arrived.
"Ah. Knowing Aisha, that's even worse." I agreed as we both climbed into the black sedan.
"She needs to learn that her shouting and whining won't get her everything she wants. That she needs to talk like an adult to be treated like one."the former PRT director sighed, "Now, if only the rest of the people over 18 can learn the same lesson that would be great."
"You're good with children." I pointed out with a fond smile.
"I invented the Wards." Rebecca shrugged, "I know how to deal with unruly children."
Now, time to see how Alexandria would react with a loaded comment.
"I meant that you'd be a great mother one day."
"W-what?!" the latina seated across me stammered with a blush before rounding on me with a defensive tone, "What's with that comment out of the blue?! We're just going out for dinner, not discuss marriage and kids!"
"But I didn't say anything about marriage or kids?"
"Magos..." She growled at me to hide her embarrassment, but I only grinned in amusement.
...Oh, she's adorable without her full Thinker rating. No wonder I decided to bulli her, but let's see if I can't bulli her a different way later on.
(A few minutes later) [Lord Street Mall, Brockton Bay]
A tomboy.
A tomboy with long raven-black hair flowing past her shoulders, surprisingly smooth olive brown skin and toned enough to crush a coconut between her thighs. A tomboy standing just a hair shy of six-feet-tall and with all the strength and combat experience to manhandle the majority of men.
An eminently-capable tomboy who has had the time to grow up and mature, but still retaining that refreshingly direct attitude towards life. The type of woman that other women aspire to be, and the type of woman who'd break hearts of men- one rejected confession after another.
"Rebecca Costa-Brown was quite the catch. Neither of us had the time to change out of our jogging disguises, but she did make that black winter running jacket look good as it clung to her toned frame. Delicious."
"You just said all of that out loud." Rebecca pointed out- her brown eyes aiming a flat look at me across the dining table, but the way the corners of her mouth tugged up ever so slightly told me she was flattered.
"Yes, and I'm not about to take it back." I teased back with a grin before gesturing to the plate of steak in front of her. "How's the apology dinner so far?"
"It tastes a lot better after being faced with the prospect of eating prison food." She deadpanned before looking out the pane glass window and continuing in a softer voice, "But the view is nice... Really nice, nostalgic even."
It wasn't the most expensive restaurant in Brockton Bay or even in Lord Street Mall. But it did afford a lovely view of the city, especially right now in the evening.
Skyscrapers and other buildings lit up to form a sea of glittering city lights by the bay, streets and parks illuminated by warm orange streetlights, and small ferries cruised across the waters with their diners around the shining Protectorate HQ rig.
"I understand..." I said softly, "...Does it remind you of LA before you took the vial?"
Surprised, her brown eyes immediately locked onto mine.
"How much do you know about me?" She hesitantly whispered with her body tense, and my {Logis Acceleritas} immediately filled in the blanks.
Completely unused to people knowing her origin story. Wants- hopes- that someone would understand. Hoping that you would.
"Do you really want me to answer that now?" I sighed, and the youthful-looking latina bit her lip for a moment before nodding.
"Yes."
"I know the broad strokes of your story." I told her softly- looking out into the cityscape with her. "How the chemo treatments failed, how you hated the doctors lying to you, how you formulated the plan to establish the PRT in the face of villains outnumbering heroes, how you were willing to take the 'hard, ugly road' on things after Hero's death at the hands of Siberian, and how you would whisk away people from warzones for Cauldron's vial experiments."
"That much, huh?" She asked, her voice soft- almost vulnerable. Almost.
"Yes, and after we deal with the Endbringers and Scion..." I began- only to pause when the woman winced.
Expects you to censure her for the people she had sacrificed on the altar of Cauldron's cause.
Feels deep remorse. Expects to be executed for her crimes afterwards.
Still wants to do her part and gain some measure of redemption.
But that's not what I wanted to do.
"... After we deal with them, do you want to go eat at that McDonalds?" I asked her, and that was the last thing she was expecting. "Your parents told me about how you loved that place before your condition worsened and you had to stay at the hospital."
Brown eyes widened, but instead of being touched, she angrily lunged at me.
"My parents? You talked to them?!" She angrily shouted- a fist abruptly grabbing the front of my red winter jacket. "You better not have done anything to them, or I swear-"
"I just sat down and talked with them." I reassured her, "They even gave me a Christmas sweater the last time I visited. Also, how else am I supposed to consider you for promotion?"
At my answer, her fist let go of my jacket as she sat back down.
"Fine. But... the 'last time' you visited?" Rebecca quoted in stark disbelief, "You said you knew 'broad strokes'- not having regular chats with my parents! What did you even talk about with them?"
"I showed them photos of you in your uniform, and they have a few things to say."
"Nossa Senhora..." She breathed out in dismay, once again burying her face in her hands, "I just know where this is heading."
"Your father says that they shouldn't have to depend on your boyfriend to get updates about you, so you should drop by more often. Meanwhile, your mother says that I should get you to wear dresses more... right before she not-so-subtly asked for 'Netas.' I think that's Portuguese for- "
"Grandchildren, I know. We spoke Portuguese in our home." Rebecca grunted- running her hand through her black hair in exasperation, "And please tell me that you didn't encourage that kind of talk."
"I told her that you were still mulling it over." I said to her, "And she told me right back that we should 'work at it' harder."
"Goddammit, Magos..." She groaned harder, but I wasn't finished.
"'Work at it harder' your mother said!" I quoted to her- shaking my head in disappointment, "I was so insulted by that. So, I explained to her that natural sexual reproduction is for meat amateurs. If I was going to impregnate you, it would be through the most advanced sex-based technology currently unknown to man with a 100% conception and fertilisation rate, and zero chance of pregnancy complications and congenital issues. Although, given that they are both in their seventies, that ten minute ramble about sexual technology may have gone over their heads apart from the '100% conception and fertilisation rate'."
"You told my parents WHAT?!" Rebecca shouted- brown eyes staring at me in disbelief, "How the HELL did you get my dad to approve of you of all people with all your strangeness when he wouldn't even let me start dating until I was sixteen?!"
I just shrugged.
"I looked him straight in the eye, gave him a firm handshake and told him that I'll take good care of his daughter. I used a bit more words than that, but that was the gist of it. Machine-God bless the baby boomer generation and their straightforward social conventions."
Rebecca opened her mouth- likely about to dispute that before apparently giving up as she let go of me and sat back down.
"Ugh... that does sound like him." She just groaned in exasperation.
"So... is that a yes to McDonalds after Scion?" I reminded her with a shrug, and that seemed to have caught her by surprise. Her dark eyebrows rising in disbelief for a second before she laughing softly.
"Cheap fast food? You're asking Alexandria out to a fast food place?"
"I'm asking Rebecca." I clarified much to her delight if the slight quirk of her pink lips was any indication, "I'll even get you that kid's meal that comes with those little plastic toys. It might give you a sense of closure."
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"My mother showed you my old room and my toy collection while you were there, didn't she?" She asked.
"Yes, it was cute." I nodded. "A colourful assortment of toys made of cheap, glossy plastic- all sitting on the dresser. There's no shame in that. I understand that it was your coping mechanism during the middle stages of your cancer, at least, until you were too sick to get them anymore."
The latina seated across me fell silent after that before sighing.
"I used to stare out the window and to that McDonalds, back at the hospital." Rebecca confirmed- lost in her memories, "Regretting all the things I couldn't do even with the little time I had left- all silly little things. The kiddie toys were just one of them. Not being able to finish the Maggie Holt series being a second... I never did get around to reading that book. But all of that's a bit too late, I'm forty-two: I'm too old for a damn kiddie meal toy or a young adult novellas."
"You're never too old to fulfill a childhood wish." I told her gently, "Shouldn't let young Rebecca's hopes down."
That gave her pause, right before a bittersweet smile tugged at her lips.
"... You're so full of bullshit saying something thoughtful like that out of the blue." She murmured to me. "But you're right... younger me would have appreciated being able to add another one to her collection."
Micro flicker of eyes in my direction. 'Or a boyfriend her age like you' she wanted to add.
"One last thing too... after your mother gave me the grand tour, baby pictures included." I began with a teasing wink, "Your mother wanted me to tell you to make up your mind already about grandchildren, she's not getting any younger. But she seemed optimistic, because she baked me some pao de queijo as a celebration. Let me tell you, that was some good Brazilian cheese bread, and she made me promise to bring some home for you."
I pulled out one of those rectangular microwavable glass containers from my subspace inventory pocket and popped the glass lid open. A dozen golden cheese buns resting in it with their mottled crispy-softness.
"Temporal stasis." I explained to her as I sat the container on the table between us- the air wafting with the crisp scent of cheese and bread, "Should taste like she had just pulled it out of the oven."
For the longest time, she looked so uncertain staring with a dumbstruck expression at that batch of cheese buns; then with a hesitant hand, she picked one up and took a bite. A flurry of emotions passed through her face... a downcast look, a frustrated jaw clench, a regretful sigh, and finally, a nostalgic bittersweet smile. And it was in those brief few seconds that Alexandria looked most like a normal human being than I had ever seen her otherwise. Not in the countless PR appearances as the muscle of the PRT, not even in semi-candid videos that were available to the public.
Only now, with her mother's homemade baking in hand and a head full of regrets that Alexandria revealed who she truly was.
Regret pangs at her for having to neglect her parents in favour of her work.
She wishes that her Cape work didn't get in the way of her family.
Regret.
... Someone who had let so many years of her life pass her by and regretted it dearly. Raw and unfiltered, I felt it all through my {Psy-Implant}.
"Magos... goddammit." She wistfully murmured. "Dad's right. I should visit more often."
"Sure, we will." I agreed, but that only earned yet another flat stare from Rebecca, though this one was much less harsh than the rest, her brown eyes still warm with emotion.
"How the hell did you get from being a workplace nuisance to getting my parents to ask you to give them grandchildren?" she said fondly.
"I... have a unique personality?"
"Hah, that's the understatement of the year." she chuckled softly and her small smile sat a bit more comfortably on her face- more relaxed and more... natural, "But what I meant was... Where do we go from here?"
"Well, apart from the kiddie toy and the Maggie Holt series, did you have anything else on your list?" I asked, and that seemed to do the trick: Rebecca's brown eyes suddenly looked anywhere except at me. But her thoughts? Oh, her thoughts were running a mile a minute.
Embarrassment glides up from being reminded that she wished for a boyfriend that looked like you when she was ill.
She's embarrassed, because you remind her of her fantasy boyfriend.
Embarrassment.
I gave her a smirk.
"So that's how it is..." I began as my hand grabbed hers and pulled the tall latina onto her feet. "Come on. We should go to our hotel room and continue where we left off at the park before Taylor interrupted us."
"I'm not too sure about- Mmmmm..."
... but a deep kiss promptly solved that problem. And I can feel the last of her hesitations crumble.
"Come on..." I tugged at her hand, "We shouldn't waste time."
"No, we shouldn't." She breathed right back. I bet it was quite the sight seeing for the other restaurant patrons: a blonde teen tugging this tall, muscled and hotly blushing latina through the restaurant for what was clearly going to be wild sex. A hesitant expression was on her face the entire time it took for us to get to the elevators.
Meanwhile, I glanced at the dome-type CCTV camera at the corner of the elevator's ceiling, and winked. Immediately, I received messages from the Noosphere.
Wait, is that Alexandria?! Why is our boyfriend taking Alexandria to bed?! HOW is our boyfriend taking Alexandria to bed?! Why are you okay with this?! Why am I okay with this?! =
Don't mind her, just keep going, mon coeur. But my younger self and I are going to be watching; so, give us a good show and maybe we'll give you one later? =
Dragon is one kinky AI, and her younger self was likely secretly enjoying it just as much.
The elevator doors closed behind us just as Alexandria began having second thoughts...
I took the opportunity to kiss her again- pushing her against the elevator wall to press up against her and get a good feel of her luscious body.
Deliciously perky D-cups and hardened abs pressing against me. Long black hair draping down past her shoulders in soft waves. A long leg in those black sweatpants hooked around my waist as the kiss continued.
That muscled thigh pressed against my side reinforced by about a kilometre's worth of cybernetic nanofibre actuators which enhanced her strength to superhuman even without her full powers. Now adding that strength on top of the portion of her power that was now back to her, a normal human wouldn't be able to withstand having her long legs wrapped around their waist, much less have them squeeze down when she cums...
"However, that was a problem for meatbags with their brittle calcium phosphate bones; I, on the other hand, am about to see how massive of an orgasm I can give her."
"You're thinking out loud again." She said with smoldering brown eyes. "And for once, I can't blame you because I'm thinking the same thing. Nn~!"
The tall latina gave a cute little startle as my hand found one firm breast- cupping it through her clothing and a stiffened nipple poked at my palm as I kneaded and fondled her chest.
"Your hands... your everything is so warm on me. I love it..." Rebecca moaned softly, also running her hands over me, "I still marvel over sensations like this, and I have to wonder if it's because of being numb from my powers or if it's because this is my first time..."
"It's a bit of both. Now enjoy yourself." I gently admonished her as I kneaded those firm sweater puppies.
"Oh, I will if you keep touching my chest like that." She breathed as that toned but still dangerously feminine leg wrapped around my waist tighter as she ground her hot core against my erection- a scant four layers of clothing between us. So, I embarked on the journey of getting this amazonian latina out of her clothes. With a smooth motion, I reached up and unzipped her black jogging jacket which promptly hung open from her shoulders. Black sports bra holding back firm handfuls of perky breasts, and her six pack abs rippling slightly as she jumped a bit out of surprise with a slight flash of uncertainty on her face.
Embarrassment glides up at being reminded that she didn't wear anything nice for her first time.
She's only wearing boring sports underwear, and she doesn't feel sexy.
Embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it. You're looking incredibly sexy in black, Rebecca." I told her as I helped her out of that jacket- tossing it aside along with mine before moving onto her pants, "Still your favourite colour? Well, it does look good on you... and off you as well."
The elevator doors opened to the fiftieth floor, and we left a trail of clothes down the short corridor that led to the penthouse suite. If I was going to deflower this woman, it was going to be close to the top of the world.
The suite's luxurious interior didn't really interest either of us as we half-rushed to the master bedroom where we promptly found ourselves on the bed. One that I had a Chloe structurally reinforce in advance, because I wasn't sure how wild things would get with someone with super strength could be.
"I still can't believe how far we've come since we first met..." She murmured. Her long black hair forming a silky halo around her head as she looked up at me with those dark bedroom eyes. She glanced down for a moment. "Oh! I- I see that Dragon's pornographic art collection didn't exaggerate proportions."
Slight quiver in voice, momentary rise in heart rate. Nervous for her first time, but also very excited.
Just me, Alexandria and a king-sized bed. And she looked utterly delicious. Nothing I haven't seen before, but still very much worth mentioning. Her muscular olive-skinned 5'11" (1.80m) figure lay completely bare on the crisp white sheets.
Toned enough that I could run my fingers along the divets between her abs, but still feminine enough that I could run my hands down her sides and feel the hourglass figure albeit wrapped in taut muscle. And from her soft moans, she seemed to appreciate the contact.
"M-mm... You're surprisingly gentle. Ilikethat..."
Her toned thighs swung open slightly- the inner side glistening slightly with wet trails of her arousal.
"Touch me more, lover?" She whispered softly with hooded brown eyes.
When Alexandria, Triumvirate Heroine and the founder of the PRT herself, asks to feel up her naked body and bare pussy, who can really find it in themselves to say no?
"Oh! Ohyess..." Rebecca moaned sexily as my fingers found her femininity, "I can't believe it's finally happening..."
She was soaking wet. Her soft feminine lips dripped with her honey, and her sensitive little button throbbed under my fingertip. And although I'd deny it: there was a primal human feeling of victoriousness to be found.
One of the most powerful women in the world, physically and politically, lay naked on the bed under me as she squirmed and gripped the sheets tightly in pleasure.
"Ah~ ! Don't stop!" Rebecca pleaded in helpless pleasure as she bucked her hips- trying her best to press her hot sex against my fingers, "It's been so long since it felt this good! Much too long!"
"Oh? You haven't played with yourself the entire time you've had this new body with a working sense of touch?" I asked while stroking faster as if to coax the answer from her dripping pussy.
"No, I haven't!" the youthful forty-two year old cried out in denial.
She has. To me, or at least, vaguely resembling me. Too embarrassed to admit it.
I was faced with a choice then: Should I keep from sexually bullying Alexandria just because we were about to have sex?
...
Of course, I should!
"Becca..." I said in a chiding tone as I lightened the pressure to an unbearably feather-light, "Tell the truth."
Her brown eyes did their best to glare at me through the haze of pleasure, but she just turned her head away from me. But swirling her clitoris lightly and earning a hiss of pleasure from the smoking hot latina writhing in pleasure underneath me. Compared to her physical resistance, her resistance against sexual techniques was apparently lacklustre, because she caved almost immediately.
"Fine!" the Triumvirate heroine capitulated- screwing her eyes shut, "I-I touched myself three times last month to the idea of experiencing sex for the first time."
"Go on..." I said, dipping my fingers down to tease her virgin entrance- earning a gasp of pleasure as she almost came.
"I fantasized that it was some handsome blond stud fingering my pussy almost exactly like how you're doing right now! Oh f-faster!" She all but shouted as my ministrations went faster and faster- her juices squelching on my palm, "R-rub my pussy just like there! I fantasized about having a real boyfriend for once in my life! Don't stop I'm getting close~! Going on dates with him, giving him my virginity and... and- I'm going to cum! Cumming! Cuuummmiiinnnggg~!"
Rebecca thrashed on the sheets as she came. The muscles across her entire sculpted body rippling as she practically gushed onto my hand. Clear liquid coating my fingers as she came hard. Her back arched over the sheets and...
Her toned thighs slammed shut around my hand, but luckily for both of us, my hand was able to weather the compressive stresses of a woman with super strength cumming wildly and clenching her thighs around on my hand.
That proves it. Sex with Alexandria was not for anyone with bones weaker than titanium, and she was only a sixth of her original power too.
By the time she floated down from her extended climax, her mouth in a wide O, her thighs soaked with her own nectar and her well-built body was shivering from the aftershocks of that orgasm. Her hands reached out to pull me into a heated, grateful kiss.
"If I wasn't... still shaking from..." She breathlessly panted, "...The best orgasm I've ever had in my life... I'd be annoyed at you right now for making me ... admit to something as embarrassing... as that!"
And yet, even as she said that, those lustful brown eyes of hers were still silently begging for more.
"If you liked how that felt so much, then you're going to love what's coming next, Becca."
I dragged the tip of my cock up and down her soft pink slit- hot and extremely wet now, and she gasped as her brown eyes flew wide open.
"W-wait!" She pleaded half-heartedly, "I'm still so sensitive!"
Despite her being a virgin with zero sexual experience, a woman this ripped act so demure was still jarring to see. The gap moe was real. But I pressed on.
"And how is that a bad thing?" I asked- prodding at her leaking entrance with my bulbous tip pressing against her maidenhead, and earning a small whimper of pleasure from the Triumvirate heroine.
"M-mmm... alright." She caved- her voice soft, "This... this is embarrassing to ask, but... can we do it gently? I'm not into pain, and I don't want bittersweet things like that for my first time."
Burnt out from work, subconsciously wants to experience a bit of escapism back to her teenage fantasies.
Wants the type of affection that was denied to her decades ago. Wants to experience the type of 1950s-1960s boyfriend-girlfriend relationship as romanticised by her mother.
Absolutely starving for that kind of affection.
... I had originally been planning to stress test the extent of invulnerability, but that was so unbelievably cute that I can't say no! Well, if she wanted the real boyfriend experience...
Let it not be said that I wasn't versatile in my ability to sexually satisfy AI/cybernetically enhanced women in various different ways- even if it was incredibly vanilla; so, mushy boyfriend experience for Alexandria it is then. At least, until she says otherwise.
I pressed against her muscular olive-skinned torso and her brown eyes met my blue ones.
"With a beautiful and lovely girl like you, of course, I promise I'll be gentle." I whispered to her- my voice dipping down half an octave and taking on that husky quality. Her breath hitched, her heart raced and her wet entrance quivered against my shaft. Oh, she really liked that.
"You ass..." the brown-skinned tomboy murmured defensively even as she wrapped her toned arms over my shoulders and locked eyes with me, "...saying things like that might give someone the wrong idea."
Still so defensive. Tomboys can grow up, but they never stop being themselves, it seems; but I pushed on regardless.
"I'm putting it in." I informed her and she nodded. There was a bit more tech at work- selectively disabling her power to stop her maidenhead from being invulnerable; but ultimately, with a slight almost inconsequential thrust, I was inside her.
Pressed right against that toned olive-skinned body, her full breasts pressing against my chest and her pretty face bearing an expression of disbelief and rising pleasure.
Her soaked vagina clenched and quivered tightly around my shaft as Alexandria marvelled over the feeling of being filled for the first time in her life.
"Becca..." I purred, and once again, she shivered slightly, "I'm going to make love to you now."
"Please do..." She whispered back, almost desperately. And with that softly-spoken assent, I began pumping in and out.
Rebecca was tight. Unbelievably so. Her inner walls lined with silky folds gripped down like a hot wet vice. The combination likely to drive any man to orgasm in a flash. Meanwhile...
"So this is sex..." She moaned softly as the slick, wet sounds of our love-making filled the bedroom.
... The iconic heroine was a disproportionately good lay. She was responding with a normal amount of pleasure despite how insane her pussy was. To the point that there was no one in the entire male population of humanity who could last a minute inside her without cumming; so, the same deal as having sex with Dragon to be honest.
But thankfully, I was made of sterner stuff (literally) and though I had a lot more control, that didn't make edging any more bearable. Enduring this inhumanly incredible pussy and trying not to fill up the world's strongest heroine with my seed before she came was looking to be a challenge.
It was the type of challenge I could and will not back down from. I was going to sexually satisfy this tall, sexily muscular latina.
"You feel so good squeezing around me, Becca." I breathed into her ear- nibbling on it gently, and her body shivered beneath me. "Are you liking it that much?"
"Yes..." she whimpered.
"Yes, what?" I pressed as I slowed down to a slow rock to tease the mature tomboy. Her dripping vagina already protesting the slower pace as it gripped tighter around my shaft- not wanting to let me pull back.
"Stop making me say embarrassing things, you ass..." Rebecca whined helplessly- trying to buck her hips against mine instead in an effort to get me back deeper in her needy pussy. Wanting to stop that for now, I reached down between our torsos- trailing my palm over her tense, sweat-sheened abs and brushed a finger across her throbbing clitoris, and Rebecca arched her back from the contact.
"N-not there, it's too sensitive~!"
"Not until you can stop being defensive while we're making love."
"If you say it like that... Mm, alright..." She shyly capitulated- her brown eyes looking away, "Yes, it feels so good when you move."
"And?" my voice demanded huskily into her ear as I rocked my hips- sliding in and out of the lovely superheroine's unbelievably tight slit.
"And your c-cock is so hard and hot in me! I love it!" Rebecca squealed in delight- finding that the words were flowing much easier for her. "And when you thrust deep like that, it makes me feel like I'll go crazy. O-oh, thrust it deeper!"
"My pleasure, Becca." I purred her nickname- thrusting slamming our hips together with a wet slap. Our hips met and her brown-skinned abs ground against my body as her full breasts, topped with those tasty rosy nipples, bounced from the continuous movement.
"Yeesss~! Just like that! I'm going to come!" She howled in pleasure as I drove my cock deeper into her- earning another long rolling moan of pleasure. Pushing into hot, leaking sex that gripped so tightly- the slippery friction igniting all sorts of intense pleasure for the both of us.
It felt good enough for her to make her brown eyes squeeze shut- drinking in the pleasurable feelings that apparently was making her lose control of her inhibitions. She was on the precipice of a huge orgasm.
"I'm going to cum as well." I told her, and suddenly, I found long muscular legs wrapped around my waist.
"Y-you're close too?" She whispered as soon as the words registered to her. Her apprehensive voice tinged with lustful anticipation, and her brown eyes stared at me with a primal hunger.
Those legs squeezed tighter, and I got the message loud and clear. Well, if Alexandria has a creampie fetish and wants to do the highly irresponsible act of getting creampied by the man who had just earlier bragged about guaranteed conception rates, then who am I to deny her that experience? I may as well play into it and drive her wild.
"Yes. and I'm going to hold you close while I pump every last drop in you." I breathed to her as I deliberately made my thrusts quicker and shallower- bumping against the door to her baby room over and over again, "Would you enjoy that for your first time?"
Rebecca stared at me with brown eyes ablaze with a mixture of lust and excitement.
"Yes." was all she could breathlessly pant out, her long legs tightening around me in a leg lock stronger than titanium.
"Someone likes the idea of being filled up." I teased- sinking every inch of my cock into her pulsing hot vagina.
"Yesss! Shoot it all in me! I WANT IT!" the superpowered tomboy moaned out in her lewdest voice yet- frantically meeting my thrusts with force to break human pelvises. "Don't you dare cum outside!"
There it was again- that human feeling of victoriousness. To have Alexandria- this legendary heroine who was inexperienced in sex- moaning and writhing helplessly from pleasure as I thoroughly deflowered her.
To have the strongest woman in the entirety of Earth-Bet begging for me to cum inside her- her muscled legs holding me so that I couldn't do so anywhere but the deepest part of her eager pussy thirsting for my semen.
"I'm cumming!" She screamed out- in a frantic effort to get my cock a clear shot right into her fertile womb, "CUM IN ME!"
"Here, it comes, Becca!" was my only warning to her.
"YESSSS!" She screamed in satisfaction as I did as I promised and filled her up. The first hot rope of semen hitting the back wall of her womb and exploding in a fireworks of white where it clung thickly to the virgin surface. And as the second rope followed, then the third, and all the rest, Rebecca just screamed louder and louder.
"I FEEL IT! MORE, OH GOD MORE!" she begged as she squeezed even stronger with her legs. Strong enough that actually began to deform my metal skeleton, a normal protein-based spine would have been broken in half by now.
But instead, it just made certain that I couldn't do anything but fill her up to her ovaries with my sperm.
Becca wanted it too judging by the way her insides were clamping down like crazy and milking my shaft as best as she could.
I really couldn't help but compare the sensation with Dragon's. But where Dragon's robussy was precise, targeted and adaptive- perfectly targeting every sensitive spot on my cock with vaginal textures tailored for that movement... Alexandria's pussy brute forced as much pleasure all at once.
Every small movement barraged my shaft with sensations of her vagina being incredibly wet, incredibly hot and incredibly tight. All at once. Idly, I wondered how it would feel to alternate between the two of them. Both of them on all fours atop a big king-sized bed, one caramel-skinned AI cutie and the other an olive-skinned tomboy.
And I pushed the thought of that inevitable threesome to the back of my mind as I focused on the deliciously ripped woman underneath me.
Eventually, her brown eyes slowly regained focus and settled on me as she climbed down from her orgasmic high.
"You... you limited the potency of your sperm, right?" was the first thing Rebecca asked. Her quavering still in a breathless whisper.
"What makes you think I have such control?" I replied innocently, "Or did you take that for granted when you locked your legs around my waist?"
That made her freeze, eyes wide.
"... tell me that you didn't just get me pregnant." She asked in a hollow voice- her hand going to her lower stomach.
"..."
"Magos!" she hissed.
"You're not pregnant." I answered honestly. "I did configure it."
"Oh. Good." Rebecca curtly said with a brief nod- taking her hand off her muscled belly.
She wouldn't have minded if you did get her pregnant. Had been partially hoping for that.
Wasn't a creampie fetish, it was an impregnation kink.
Also, a desire to get pregnant is not a kink, it came free with her natural instincts.
I had to wonder how a ripped woman would looked like with a pregnant belly.
"Did you think that we're done already?" I growled to her, "I haven't actually made you scream my name, Becca."
"You're great at sex, I'll give you that. But don't get cocky on me." She scoffed. "I may have been a virgin up to this point, but I'm still Alexandria."
"Now, who's getting cocky?" I chuckled softly- shooting her a sly grin, "I haven't even started cheating yet."
"What do you mean by tha- Oooooh~!"
Intensifying {S.T.I.C.C.} emanations to 0.5% maxload
It came out as a miniscule pulse of psychic energy. I've only blasted Dragon up to 50%, and up till now, I didn't know what Warp emanations consisting of condensed psychic pleasure would do to human woman.
So naturally, I started with a miniscule 0.5%. For Dragon, it should have been barely noticeable- the equivalent of brushing a finger across her feminine lips, but for Rebecca? It was equivalent to a howling orgasm.
"What was that?!" She panted out.
"That, my dear, was the piece of technology that I used to make Dragon come." I huskily explained, "After all, if I'm not putting in the effort to making you feel good, that would make me a bad lover, wouldn't it? But I don't think you can handle any more than just 5% of the max setting though."
"Th-that was only 5%?!" She squawked in disbelief- wincing slightly as I pulled out of her- her tight pussy squeezing shut to keep the steamy contents inside.
"0.5% actually." I reassured her as I flipped her over. Rebecca's toned olive-skinned back and shapely ass greeted me as I positioned myself to enter her again and pound her into the mattress in the prone bone position, "But don't fret, we'll work our way up to 5% in the following hours. You know, since you're so proud of your sexual prowess."
"M-mercy." She squeaked against the white pillow.
"Feel free to bite the pillow." I advised- slowly sawing my cock in and out of her hyper-sensitive slit. "You have a long night ahead of you, Alexandria."
The legendary Triumvirate heroine could only whimper helplessly as I began picking up the pace.
(The morning after) [Office of the PRT Chief Director - Washington DC]
In the spartan and functional office at the heart of DC, Rebecca stood with Keith and David.
The Triumvirate, once again back in a PRT facility. But it was worth pointing out that only Keith was in costume. His blue-and-white Legend outfit cutting a striking figure between her and David's plain officewear.
It was a surreal moment for her- for the entire Triumvirate actually. Because in front of them- seated behind a sturdy, mahogany desk- was Chief Director Costa-Brown who was looking no worse for wear with her long black hair and slight wrinkles on her brown features.
"It's good to have you back on the force, Legend." The Chief Director said to Legend- the usually serious Chief Director gracing her with a small smile.
"Yes, it's... good to be back, ma'am." He replied with a hesitant smile. "How uncanny..."
"It's good to see you two as well. Eidolon, Alexandria." the Chief Director nodded to the two of them before settling her gaze on Rebecca, "You look glowing today."
"Thank you, ma'am." Rebecca said with a hesitant smile as well. It was a bizarre experience interacting her 'civilian' identity. She didn't look that severe, did she?
"See? I told you that the Costa-Bot was great!" the last person in the room spoke up, "Now all those rumours about the Chief Director and Alexandria can finally be put to rest. She even has your hardass attitude down to pat."
The chief director just raised a disinterested eyebrow.
"Who is this civilian teenager you've brought into my office?" She asked, to which Magos in his Aoicus persona just grinned- linking arms with Rebecca.
"I'm just her teenaged boy toy, ma'am."
"Magos!" She squawked. She didn't think he'd announce their... relationship the morning after! Thoroughly scandalised now, she glanced between Keith and David who were both looking at her with judging stares. She didn't like them at all.
"... I am unsure what's worse." The chief director muttered- adding her two cents, "That you're having sexual indiscretions with a sixteen year old, or that the sixteen year old in question is Magos."
"Well, she said it best." Legend coughed into his fist. "I'll be honest. Out of the three of us, I always figured that the one who would break down from stress and get caught in bed with a minor would be David."
"Hey!" Eidolon protested- running a hand through his hair. "I don't look like a pedophile. Not anymore at least. I have real hair and real abs now."
"Sorry, David. I was wrong about you." Legend apologised before looking over to Alexandria, "Oh, and shame on you for sleeping with a minor, Rebecca."
"Ugh... Fine, I deserve that." She sighed.
Legend then turned to face Aoicus.
"It's still unnerving to be reminded how you're only sixteen." he told the younger man, "You should be in the Wards, not doing... all the things you did."
Rebecca had to agree. Just in a red hoodie, jeans and sneakers, Aoicus didn't look anything but a normal teenager. But at the same time... Rebecca looked away- trying not to think about the events of last night where she had him naked and pressed against her. That way lay madness... and another heated round of sex.
"Maybe I should join the Wards." Aoicus said with a sly smile- likely noticing, "That way, Alexandria over here would be breaking one more sex crime."
Legend levelled a serious look at her- arms crossed over his chest.
"I trust that I don't have to say anything about the importance of keeping your relationship quiet?" he clarified with a deliberately slow tone of voice, and Rebecca just rolled her eyes.
"Please, we have handled 144 potential scandals amongst Protectorate capes having relationships before, I think I can handle mine."
"But what if the Costa-bot gets publicly destroyed?" David brought up.
"Then we'll just say that we expected the attack and planned a robotic decoy ahead." Rebecca readily provided the solution immediately- decades of acting and general deception at work.
"Precisely!" Aoicus chirped, "it's not like I can't make another!"
"More importantly, Magos... you haven't done anything weird to my gynoid counterpart, have you?" She frowned, "She's not designed for that, right?"
"Why would I ever make a robot that I cannot fuck?" He shot back, "But specifications aside, I haven't."
She shot him a disbelieving look, and he just rolled his blue eyes in exasperation.
" {Slutty Rebecca_Costa-Brown} " He called out in his intelligible machine language.
"Yes, master?" answered the Costa-bot.
"Chant the number of times I have had sexual contact with you."
"Zero, master."
Rebecca stamped down on a traitorous little part of herself that was insulted that he didn't take advantage of her gynoid self. Instead, she just chose to sigh and focus on the more pressing issue.
"Magos... did you really have to make it Slutty?" She asked- massaging her temples.
"But that's the base operating system of all my Chloes." he protested- blond brows furrowing, "And if you're worried about Better Rebecca giving herself away, then don't be: the only noticeable difference between you and her is that she doesn't want to have unprotected sex with 16 year olds."
An awkward silence fell on the office. Keith and David both coughed awkwardly as they glanced at her with fresh eyes. The sex doll was apparently less sexually degenerate than her.
"We won't judge what you do in your spare time, Rebecca." Keith tried to reassure her... and failed horribly. "Uh.. I have to check in with my team."
Just like that, Legend marched off. The first of the Triumvirate to actually go back to being promoted back to normal. Meanwhile, David nodded as well.
"And I'll just... check on my cat. Door me, my Texas apartment." He said right before disappearing through the portal- leaving Rebecca all alone with her new, underaged boyfriend. Her colleagues had even less respect for her now, and it was all his fault.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She tapped her foot expectantly.
"I'm a genius for getting the level of sluttiness accurate on the first attempt?"
Rebecca lunged for his throat.
- Alexandria's Sexual Deviancy End -
Come the Waifu Apocalypse tomorrow
Alright, onto the next waifu... Finally, we can have our favourite angelic conflict engine meet Magos.
Did you know that 71.0~%... of all known bearers of the surname Costa are/were residents of Brazil?
I wrote this entire romance arc as basically a reversed sexual morality...
- Flip the genderswap Alexandria and Magos.
- Forty-two year old superhero works as a waiter.
- His boss: a smug 11/10 blonde jailbait who ticks every fetish on his list and reminds him of a teammate he used to crush on
- Said teen bombshell boss drops by and acts like she's his girlfriend, teases him by pressing her sexy body against his before dragging him to a nearby motel room for privacy.
- He tries to be the better man, but ends up outing his sexual desires and getting teased even more about it.
- They go on a date and the blonde jailbait does a sweet and thoughtful thing before they head to hotel room for sex. A lot of sex.
- Despite how he has a great cock, she still blows his mind with inhuman bedroom skills that only a full cyborg geared for sex can have and lets him cum inside her.
- Then he spends the morning going through several office meetings while a blonde bombshell underneath his desk lovingly sucks him off.
- Male Alexandria living the life. Female Alexandria, pretty much the same.
Bonus scene
(A few minutes later) [Brockton Bay]
Director Emily Piggot of the Protectorate ENE ran her fingers through her blonde hair as she glanced at the ringing phone icon on her desktop.
She hated it whenever the chief director wanted to video-call. Especially when it was unexpected, because, more often than not, it was bad news for her.
Last time she called, it was about how the Protectorate ENE may never clean the black mark from that disastrous Endbringer debrief. But seeing that she had no other option, Piggot simply sat down, prepared herself for another chewing out and clicked on the button.
"How may I help you, Chief director Costa-Brown?" She greeted the slightly older woman who was looking slightly flushed for some reason.
"I had just received news that one of your Wards' handlers and school has directly been a detriment to the Wards program." The chief director cut to the chose.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Director Costa-Brown." Piggot apologised- hiding a deep sigh behind a small smile. This was just typical for her, "Could you identify this Wards so that I can issue disciplinary action?"
"Shadowstalker." the visibly latina director gruffly said, "I want a full audit now."
"Of course, chief director, I'll get on it as soon as Armsmaster and the rest give their reports of Vegas in person tomor-."
However, she was cut off by Costa-Brown's groan.
"Dammit, Piggot!" She shouted at her- the chief director's whole body shivering from what looked to be anger, "I have my Thinker sources telling me that the PRT would lose out on a very useful Ward if Shadowstalker doesn't reign in her. In fact, let me speak to her directly. This concerns more than just the Protectorate ENE now."
"But-"
"NOW, PIGGOT." The chief director shouted and Piggot all but bolted from her seat. Idly, she hoped that the chief director left something of Shadowstalker. If this was as bad as she said this was, Piggot wanted her pound of flesh from that former vigilante.
Rebecca leaned back on her chair with a satisfied sigh before glancing down underneath the table.
"You're lucky that I don't need to breath..." Aoicus told her as he licked his lips, "Or that my skull can resist compressive forces enough to crush a solid block of steel... or that I enjoy having your toned thighs around my head."
He leaned down to give a lick to her nether lips- her black panties pushed aside for this.
"What am I doing?" She shivered from the pleasure, "I used to be so respectable. Now look at me, I have a teenager orally servicing underneath the table during a meeting."
"Well, I didn't respect you." He smirked, "You six were hilariously ineffective in regards to achieving your ultimate goal of actually dealing with Scion."
"I don't want to hear that from the guy currently between my legs!"
He looked at her with a serious expression.
"After this, I still need you to escort me for that Toybox job for Glory Girl." He reminded her.
"It's not like I have a choice, don't I?" She moaned slightly before squeezing her thighs around his skull again, "Keep licking, Piggot is coming back."
"So, this is what being a DK to a frustrated office lady must feel like..." He idly mused before smirking at her. "Do I get to charge extra because I'm a natural blond too?"
"If I did pay for your services, I wouldn't be paying you to talk." She shot back with a smirk as well.
"Alright, let it not be said that I can't do a good job." He chuckled softly, "Let's see if I can't make you bang the table again..."
Without saying anything else, he dove right back in and got back to work- making her sigh at the sensation of his undoubtedly skillful tongue.
It was only in times like these when he wasn't talking or wandering off to do something bizarre the Rebecca appreciated how skilled he was. And as his tongue found her little nub, Rebecca coldn't help but think that she could get used to this.