Taylor took a while to return, which had been just enough for Vicky to get in the mood. The speed she was getting used to posing naked would have been shocking if Marcus couldn't feel the flash of satisfaction every time he took another photo.
She was truly self-absorbed, not that he was complaining.
Marcus wished that he had the ability to punish her. Because, the moment Taylor's footsteps were heard, she took a step forward to close the distance, deliberately giving her most compromising pose even as she grabbed his cock.
Not as bit of a surprise as she thought considering Taylor could track their movements with relative ease, but she didn't know that.
Unfortunately, putting her on his knees and spanking her was a faraway dream and nothing more.
"Hey, Taylor," he said cheerfully instead, deliberately looking at her. While she wasn't feeling angry, the same wasn't true for her sudden sense of inadequacy. Her battered confidence hardly required his powers to notice, and guess what a naked Glory Girl would affect her was even easier.
So, he wasn't particularly surprised when her emotions stilled once more as she pushed her emotions to her bugs. "Hey," she said coolly.
That earned a raised eyebrow from Vicky, who was clearly expecting a bigger reaction to her stroking his cock. Too bad she didn't know she was dealing with another cape.
Well, two capes. Even with his increased abilities, he was still having trouble thinking of himself as one.
"So, I have a fun shoot in mind. Do you have enough time?" he asked.
"Well, I can hang around for another twenty minutes," she said, her tone cool and unaffected.
That reaction ensured that Vicky would stick around through sheer competitiveness. But, he still turned to her. "How about you, Vicky. Do you want to —"
"Yes," she interrupted, her aura flaring for a moment. Too bad for her both of them were able to ignore it easily. Taylor through her bugs, and him through the same power he received from her.
"Good," he said even as he looked at Taylor. "Drop the towel, and hug Vicky from behind. Let's start with something simple to warm you up."
"S-simple," Vicky reacted, her eyes wide.
"We can stop if you can't handle such closeness," Marcus asked, doing his best to sound helpful, knowing full well that it would only goad Vicky for more.
"Of course, I can handle it. I'm the Glory Girl," she declared, her pride once again swaying her decision. She did her best to hide her reaction as Taylor hugged her from behind, her arms on her belly, but she failed.
"Put your hands on her breasts and squeeze them," he followed. He was pushing his luck, but the temptation was impossible to resist. Without his power guiding her, Taylor's grab might have been just an incompetent caress, but the subconscious guidance to her moves worked wonders.
Especially since, at the same time, he could feel Vicky's exact reactions.
When he first approached Taylor, he didn't expect to end up with perfect power for a threesome, but now that he had it, he certainly wasn't complaining. "Focus on her nipples," he ordered Taylor even as he took another photo.
Vicky's eyes widened as the pleasure hit, not expecting to react to the presence of a female intensely. If it wasn't for her pride, she would have escaped. So, he was quick to follow with another pose, one that allowed Vicky to come down from her earlier panic.
"Maybe something more interesting," Vicky said a while later as she turned to Taylor and hugged her closely, their naked tits pressing together. Vicky clearly recorded that as a victory. Understandable, as Taylor clearly didn't appreciate the snug position she found herself in, comparing herself to Vicky in the breast department, and coming short.
"Taylor, make sure to turn your back to me. You have the better ass," he commented, bolstering her confidence and snubbing her at the same time.
"Oh, really," Vicky replied even as she let her hands move down and palm her ass hard. Then, she froze, realizing he had a point.
"Maybe you shouldn't float everywhere," he teased her even as he got closer, deciding that it was a good time to escalate. Standing behind Vicky, he cupped her ass. "Though, not that it didn't have its advantages. Taylor has a more toned ass, but…" he let his voice linger as he sank his fingers into her ass, showing exactly what he didn't say.
"I-I'm proud of it," Vicky answered, once again slow to adapt to change.
"As you should," Marcus said even as he closed the distance, and buried his cock between her cheeks. "There are certain advantages."
With that, he put his camera to the side, and grabbed her ass with both hands before he started grinding. At the same time, he put his chin on Vicky's shoulder. "Taylor, give me a kiss," he ordered.
She did that immediately, which meant Vicky was stuck between them as he pushed his shaft between her asscheeks. Marcus enjoyed the moment, and not just for the obvious reasons. The sudden change of pace was enough to shock Vicky completely.
He was glad that his suggestions were enough to suppress her other reflexive response. But, instead of fearing the close call, he started pushing against her ass even harder, and brought his fingers against her wetness.
It wasn't the first time he had touched that, but this time, the situation was completely different. He wasn't sitting on her bed obediently, but molesting her in a terrible hotel room while cooperating with Taylor.
The sense of power it granted was as impressive as Vicky's moan. He fingered her hard, preparing her for more —
Only for her phone to ring with a shrill tone, one that sent a shot of adrenaline through her. He pulled back immediately, realizing that it was not something simple, and dragged Taylor away as well.
Vicky floated to her discarded clothes and answered the call. "Yes, Mom… no, I'm out, but I can be back in five minutes," she replied as she ended the call. "Sorry, ABB attack in progress. I expected them to lay low without Lung, but…"
"Go ahead. We can always do that another time," he said, not even attempting to convince her to stay. Why would he, when he could feel her sudden determination. She might be vain, but she took her job as a hero seriously.
Also, his attention was stolen by the sudden mixture of guilt and pride that went through Taylor at the mention of ABB and Lung. More intense than he expected, making him wonder if she played a bigger role in the fight than the news suggested. Maybe she actually helped Armsmaster.
Unfortunately, he couldn't ask that without revealing her secret.
He watched while Vicky actually pulled her costume from the small bag she had with her, and rapidly put that on. The change from the slutty young woman to the inspiring heroine was impressive. Too bad she was too much in a hurry.
It would have made an excellent set.
"See you later," Vicky said as she floated out of the window. He tensed as he watched her fly, too late to remind her to keep a low profile around the motel. Hopefully, no one noticed, but…
"Maybe I should go as well," Taylor said. It took a while for her emotions to settle, but once they did, hers felt surprisingly similar to Vicky's, with a sense of duty and confidence. Just, instead of Vicky's incredible self-confidence, she had a bundle of self-worth issues.
"Maybe five minutes later," he growled even as he pushed her on the bed. "Or, are you going to leave with such a hard-on?"
Taylor's eyes widened her newly-discovered sense of duty fighting with the pleasure she had tasted only minutes before. Luckily for Marcus, sin won over virtue. "Be quick. I need to—"
Marcus stepped forward and took his place between her legs as he silenced her with another kiss. At the same time, he slid forward, invading her core once more. She tightened around him as she tensed.
Missionary was supposed to be a calm, loving position, but not when Marcus was seething with the horrible timing. If those ABB assholes waited just a day before making trouble, he would be enjoying a cape sandwich for hours, testing the limits of his newfound stamina.
Instead, he had to limit himself to a quickie with Taylor before she went away and joined the fray with an independent hero. Something that didn't deserve any punishment, but Marcus punished her nonetheless.
His hands clutched at her hips as tightly as he could manage as he thrust in her with a frantic pace, her tunnel parting with his invasion. Not that she didn't enjoy her punishment, but the sudden flare of joy and desire told a very interesting story.
Not exactly how he expected to end up when he decided to help the unstable cape that he shared a school with, but he wasn't complaining. He pulled out, only to flip her before he invaded her from behind. Her ass was tight as their hips collided loudly with each push, his pace relentless.
He buried her head into the bed as she moaned helplessly, her tits pressing against the cheap sheets as he delivered a pure, merciless fucking.
"Oh God, more," she moaned. He delivered exactly what she asked, pushing her to climax, his own not too far away.
"On your knees, and waste no drop," he ordered, watching as Taylor followed that order immediately. She opened her mouth, and he invaded, slamming vigorously into her throat. She handled it well despite her desperate gagging, her emotions showing incredible satisfaction.
She might be a bundle of issues, but that didn't change the fact that she was fun.
Incredibly so.
Too bad they didn't have enough time to explore. He sped up, already at the edge. Soon, he let out a loud grunt, slamming into her throat one last time as he filled her throat, leaving her gasping and moaning.
Enthralled, he watched as Taylor desperately did her best not to waste a drop. She failed, but her efforts were commendable.
"Let me help you take a shower," he said as he dragged her to the shower for a quick help … which didn't end up as quickly as he promised, extending their fun for two more rounds. Unfortunately, even with the temptation of pleasure, Taylor's newfound sense of duty proved too strong.
"We'll talk tomorrow," she whispered even as she left my room.
Marcus threw himself on the bed once she left, shocked at just how amazing the day had gone despite that latest interruption.
He deserved a rest before processing his latest haul.