Every inch of the house was bathed in the dim glow of candlelight. Light the bodies curled along the floor in a flickering orange glow as they contorted around each other. It seemed like the ultimate pleasure pit, until you'd stop and take a moment to really see if for what it was. This was when you'd see it for its imperfections.
It was in fact, a room full of lubed up kinky weirdos, doing god knows what to one another. It just really wasn't your cup of tea. Although, what did you expect from a super orgy?
You don't even know why anyone invited you. It's not like you were public with your abilities, if you could call them that. You were always more beast than super. Super strong, yes; but also super scary.
Sure, there were plenty of people here interested in that sort of thing, but being treated like a fetish didn't exactly turn you on. Sadly, that didn't stop them from trying.
You suppose "get lost creep" wasn't a decent enough answer for the fifth time you tried to shoo one of them away. Although, you didn't think they would have the nerve to drug you. You don't even remember having left your drink unattended, but that last sip would be your last.
Luckily, the effects of drugs are dulled in your system, and even though he must have tossed in a heavy dose, you were still on your feet. Swaying slightly, and dizzy as hell, but on your feet none the less.
You'll break his bones later, but for now you have to find a bathroom to puke this concoction up.
You bum rush towards the nearest facilities. The lock busts right off the door and little splintered pieces of wood go flying as you shove your way through. You fell to your knees over the tub shower, and the porcelain of the tub lip felt cool on the exposed midriff, below your crop top and above the line of your short skirt. It helped sooth the cramping in your guts as your body fought off whatever was put inside of it.
The worst is the nauseous feeling in your head and the remnants of a dry-heave in the back of your throat. It took everything within you to not vomit all over the tub. Especially since this bathroom wasn't empty.
Standing at the large granite double sink, all wrapped in his tight green and gold bodysuit, he stared daggers into your direction. "Hey?! Occupado bitch!"
You didn't have time to pay much attention to him at first, but when everything got into better focus you quickly realized who it was.
The famous Soldier Boy had been indulging in some snow-cain in the master bathroom, away from what he later deemed to be a dull orgy. There was still a small bump of white powder between his thumb knuckle and his wrist, and you'd rudely barged in while he was at mid-sniff.
He was always known as an unsavory character, but as you heard footsteps reach the now busted bathroom door, you later heard, then turn around and leave faster than they had approached. Possibly when they saw the kind of Supe that could pull their spine out of their mouth. You'd escaped one danger while hiding behind another.
But, when he took in your sickened state, his harsh stare softened. And when you blubbered out "I'm sorry, man." He actually felt a little bad for you, but it didn't stop him from rolling his eyes at this lightweight on the bathroom floor.
"Lookin worse for where, little lady." He'd gone back to tidying up the line of coke he'd prepared for himself before dipping his nose in and sniffing it up. He shook his head after as he grit his teeth.
You waited for your breathing to settle before you answered back "you have no idea." At least his attitude was better.
Much better apparently, as he divided up another bump on his thumb, this time not for himself. He sauntered over to you as you rolled over off of your stomach to just sit on the cool tile. Your head felt like it would spin right off your shoulders, and you could nearly feel a bit of drool dry to escape past your lower lip.
His heavy boots knocked softly on the floor before he leaned down towards you pointing his powdered hand in your direction as if to offer it to you. "Ya need a pick-me-up?"
You tried to meet his softened gaze, but your head started to lull back and forth. He had to grip your chin to get you closer to his hand, but instead of a sniff your pointed tongue flicked out and licked it off of him. The pink muscle was elongated and nearly had a mind of its own as it started to twist around his hand. But, it wasn't the monstrous part of you slipping free that shocked him into grabbing your face and clamping your jaw shut.
"Hey, Hey! You're not supposed to eat it! The hell's the matter with you?" His nails dig into your bulletproof skin hard enough so that little rivulets of blood leak to the surface.
But, you couldn't feel it as your throat burned from the funny white powder you lapped up like candy.
His grip loosened when your eyes rolled back, and your body went slack. "Shit" was all you heard before he let you drop to the floor completely. But you still had a firm grip on his arm as your thick nails dug into his 'hero' costume. He couldn't pull away. The strongest man in the world was caught under your grip.
He wasn't one to let a little girl like you drag him around. "Hey! Let go, bitch." He tries to pry your fingers off of his wrist, but they just dig in harder.
"You're gonna get yourself hurt." He started to grind his teeth as he gave his arm a couple of jerks in an attempt to shake you free. Only to get yanked back down to your level on the floor.
His body hits the tile with a hefty thump, but time moves too quickly for you to care as you throw yourself over him. Your feet land on either side of his hips as you drop back on your haunches. You thong-clad core pressing onto his clothed cock.
He was hard. Very hard.
He was afraid, only that your antics would've killed his buzz. But, as the white pony picked up its pace, it made your strength reverberate through his body as you ground your clit against the length of his swollen shaft.
It's any question how it was still contained behind a wall of that thick fabric. You could feel the firm outline of his shaft, right down to a straining vein running along its length as you pushed your clothed bud against it.
Your hands land forward on each of his arms, pinning him in place below you as your tongue darts past your lips. It was long and lizard-like as it flicked under your chin as your face dipped closer to his.
He didn't squirm like they always do when you show people the real you. He just groaned under his breath, a "Ho-ly shit" before your pink muscle slid along his jawline towards his mouth to tickle past his lips. He opened them to you, letting you snake your tongue around his to drink in his taste.
He was bitter with cigarettes, vodka, and a little tang of something you recognize hidden at the back of his throat. His last martini had to have been dirty.
Your nails dragged along the print of his cock that ran along the green fabric of his suit, making him jolt from underneath you and nearly pull away from hungry lips. Your tendril of a tongue doesn't let him get far as your nails sink into the fabric to tear it from his skin. Letting his cock feel the cool but warm air that circulates between the two of you.
Your other hand weaves between the two of you as you shuck your wet core along his shaft through the thin fabric of your cheeky red thong.
You slip your fingers along the patch that covered your hungry cunt and pull it out of your way. You wouldn't have imagined an encounter like this when you put the skimpy red troublemaker on.
The tip meets your now uncovered core and you can feel him twitch as got caught on your hungry opening. You pull your tongue from his throat when his adams apple bobbed with the constriction of his throat, struggling for air. At the same moment you sink yourself down onto him.
Your back arched, your hands were planted firmly on his chest, and your hips pushed back as you took him to the base to feel the head knock against the deepest part of your core.
"Woah, baby. Aren't you a wild one." His voice shook as he felt you squeeze him, as if your cunt wanted to milk him for all he was worth.
You have total control of each other's movements as you spear yourself up and down on his thick member.
Your body melted from the feeling of him widening your walls with a delicious sting. If he wanted to buck you off, he wouldn't be able to. Not like he wanted to be free from the tight grasp of your sweet walls squeezing around him.
It's a rough ride, but he handles you so well. He watches as your loose lace bralette let your soft breasts bounce with each time your body moved above his.
But, The Soldier-boy isn't one to lose control of a situation like this, but he struggled to meet your pace. It's astonishing how well you pushed back against peak super humanity as you fucked him into the tile. Yet in the end, he won out.
You were unnatural, a lab made monstrosity, but he was perfection incarnate…at least in his mind. Yet, He let that mindset give him the momentum to take hold of each of your thighs, hand meeting the back of each knee. Your buzzed brain thought nothing of it until he was back on his own knees and you were in the air as he made it onto his feet, all while his cock continued to dip in and out of your slip channel.
You pawed at his shoulders as you thought more about him slipping away from you than falling.
"Hold on, it's my turn now."
He twists your body until hands meet the towel bar and one of your still heeled feet hits the floor. He tosses the other leg over his shoulder, turning you almost totally sideways as he takes the lead.
His pace was faster and deeper. He was pounding the opening of your cervix hard enough you could have sworn you almost felt him even farther inside. It was enough to make your brain even fuzzier than before.
You held onto that towel bar until you felt the screws holding it to the wall start to shake along with the both of you. You claw at the tiled walls as your nails cut through the painted ceramic. All while as your insides were tied into tight knots ready to snap with each drive of his hips. You tried to keep leverage with your elbow and cheek pressed to the wall as he drove you closer to a bright white edge that made stars burn the back of your eyes.
The tight coil in your belly kept getting pulled and pulled until his final thrust. He came with a howl followed by "fucks sake!! That's a tight cunt" as he pressed harder until you felt your teeth press into the wall.
He just spent the last moment breathing until he pulled himself free and his knees buckled out beneath him. You almost felt boneless as all energy had been drained from your body. The coke was still making your brain buzz, and it was all that was left to help keep you standing.
He sat back on the closed toilet as he watched you sway while trying to hold onto what was left of the loose towel bar.
You'd just drained the life out of him directly from his cock. It still hung out of his torn pants, now soft and wet with his thick cum and the slick from your sweet core. You struggled back around, taking the metal bar with you as it still sat in your grip as you tried to stumble away from this mess. Your heeled feet teetered under your weight as the high dropped as fast as it had risen.
As you'd turned tail and tried to flee the room, the clack of your shoes made the hero shock back into focus.
"Hold up."
Your feet halt as ordered and you nearly bed forward enough to hit the floor. Instead, you right yourself and turn back towards him.
"I gotta get your number."
A wave of heat flushed over your body as a sly smile spread along his lips.