He was the first, I had known he didn't care. Known that the only thing he wanted was just a night of satisfaction and nothing more. I'd let him have it, As much as I had known I had hoped so much harder. I can really see why it is considered the greatest evil released from that damned box. A single moment of weakness, a single desperate wish I had sold the last of myself for. And everything just goes crashing down. He had rather nasty when I'd told him, I don't think words had ever cut so deep than in that moment, the physical pain that soon followed didn't really compare. I just remember white and then red, then he was gone for good. I don't miss him.

He was just the first.

The scene had repeated itself a few more times. Men, women, who ever would give me even a second glace was as good as anyone. It was meaningless, it was horrible and disgusting, but it was the only thing I could say I enjoyed anymore. But in the end they all ended, gone for good. I want to think they regret it, that somewhere out there they wished for even a moment they could have chosen me. But that's impossible.

Because they're all dead.

Every. Single. One.

I felt my vindication disturbed by a soft tugging on my pantleg, my youngest trying to gain my attention. I was loath to deny him anything. With a genuine smile, so rare as to be nonexistent away from them, I lifted my little angel up into a hug. He giggles into my bust and returns my affections before I place him back down.

"Did you need something Maxy?" I cooed while ruffling his blonde hair. He looked so much like his father, not surprising really, but that man had been quite a man despite his objectionable beliefs. One of the better ones really, classy if nothing else. Great lay too.

I licked my lips at the memories. Oh yes, Max would be making a certain girl very happy in the future.

Rather than answer he held up his hands to me in presentation, in them laid a crude lumpy mess of metal, oblong and misshapen it bared only a passing similarity to a bird. With a great big grin I gently took it from his hands. The look on his face made my heart soar.

"Thank you, honey it's beautiful," I gave him another hug, "You've made your mother very happy, I'm so proud of you. In fact I think this is so good you deserve a prize!"

Precious moments like this need to be treasured, they'll be gone all to shortly.

* * *

Less then an hour later I tucked the poor dear into his bed for his nap. It was while taking care of a dinner that could probably be counted as a feast that I felt arms wrap themselves around me from behind. I soon found myself lifted up bodily in a crushing embrace and all my hard work nearly ruined. A quick elbow strike had me landing, and I was able to save the food. I'd turned to find a bashful Asian boy, no he was a man by now, standing tall behind me. Kenji, my second was such a dear, as much as he looked like his father his personality was so different, a boisterous little braggart one moment and a shy defensive and easily teased boy the next. What did they call this? Sun Dared or something?

His bashfulness soon turned to fear when I smiled at him. It must make for an odd sight, for as tall as I am I barely reach his shoulders and what broad shoulders they were. And here this giant Asian Herakles stood cowering before a rail thin woman armed only with a wooden spoon smiling at him. Good, he was smart.

I was sure not to chew him out too much, after all nothing had been ruined but he still needed to know when things should and should not be done. Still such a boy...

I gave him a kiss and a hug so he knew he wasn't really in trouble. Only to squeek when he lifted me up in his arms.

"Ah! Honey I still need to finish dinner," I pleaded.

"I think I'd rather have desert first."

With a sigh I gave him another kiss, one he returned greedily his large hands searching a groping my much smaller body. After so long we broke apart.

"Fine, fine, you really act spoiled sometimes," I said. It wouldn't hurt, the stew needed to simmer after all. The thought of denying him anything didn't even register.

No sooner had I turned around to adjust the heat had his hands began roaming again, quickly coming to rest on their favorite location. I thrust my hips out and shoot him an encouraging look over my shoulder. Unneeded it seemed as he was more than eager to please and be pleased, my oldest began to have his way with my body. Hands, so large but so gentle began to kneed my ass and his fingers and tongue playing with my sensitive asshole. I couldn't help the moaning, or really even try to reign it in. I didn't hold back a bit when he entered me fully with just a single thrust.

"So... Impatient," I gasped even as he rutted hard. I couldn't form anymore words after that, both from the breathlessness from his powerful thrusts and from the overwhelming feeling of fulfillment that came from the act. Bent over the the kitchen counter my son was roughly shoving himself into me like a machine piston, holding me down with his weight. It almost felt like I was being taken against my will, and the thought made me come. I could hardly even breath. Every single rut painful but so very very pleasurable. He didn't stop even when plunged himself deeper than any normal thrust to release his hot seed into me, pausing only for a moment before resuming just as hard.

Time seemed to blur, and I returned to reality riding him on the couch with his hands on my hips guiding my grinding hips. I smiled at the adorably looked on his face, completely lost to the pleasure. And with a few last deep grinds I milked him of the last of his not so limitless as he claimed stamina, with a sigh. I still kept grinding a little even as finally began to soften inside me.

The soup was probably ruined by now.

"Gah!"

I jerked away as a felt something cold ride down my spine. On instinct I leaped off Kenta, climbing over him without heed to duck over the opposite side of the couch. At the snickering I rose my head to see what it could have been only to find a black girl holding out a frosty looking bottle of water.

"I thought you might be thirsty," she offered. I eagerly accepted, "I finished dinner too, since you seemed rather preoccupied."

I gave her a hug in gratitude, but when I tried to give her a kiss I found myself blocked off by her hand in my face.

"Nope, dinners about finished so you and the giant need to take a bath," She must have seen something in your face as she quickly continued with, "Separately. From each other, and everyone else."

Taking Glory From Glory Girl

(Автор: Cambrian)

Glory Girl flew at a leisurely pace while her eyes roamed the streets and alleys below her, moving over buildings and looking for some criminal activity to hopefully take the day's frustrations out on. School hadn't been fun today. While she was a smart girl, that didn't mean she was always happy to sit through hours of lecture on things she already knew from her own self-study. It was a relief to get away, don her costume and find some criminal scum to put in their place.

A moment later it seemed she found what she was looking for down a one-way alley, a drug deal in progress that she could interrupt violently. With a grin on her face she landed behind the two as they were negotiating the sale and cleared her throat pointedly. The drug dealer's eyes widened as he took her in and the druggie turned as well, both of them growing terrified quickly, partially from her reputation, partially from the aura that she was purposefully exuding.

She grinned widely and began to speak, only to stop as she saw the eyes of both of the criminals move to behind her. Her instincts screamed at her and she spun around, fists raised defensively as she took in the man slowly walking down the alley. He was in every way plain and non-descript. His clothes were bland, he was muscular but not overly much and he had the sort of face one would forget easily if they didn't know him on a personal level.

"Hello Glory Girl." Even the man's voice sounded bland as he approached. His eyes flicked to the drug dealer and his customer for a moment and this time he spoke to them, "Leave."

Glory Girl bristled at that and turned back to her first targets, "Oh no you don't, you aren't going anywhere you sc-" Her words were cut off abruptly, as a violent force sent her careening head first into a nearby wall and halfway through it. Even as she struggled to right herself she could hear the sounds of feet hitting pavement as the damn criminals took the chance to run. With a growl, she flew up and out of the hole the man created, only to find him floating before her, blocking her path.

She was immediately on the defensive, given the fact that it was now quite clear he had powers. Her fists clenched as she prepared herself for a fight, but that was when he began speaking again.

"I've been looking for you Glory Girl. You'll probably be one of my favorites, once we're done here. Your powers certainly interest me." That was when her aura was suddenly suppressed, and she found herself crashing to the ground under the crushing feeling of awe and fear the man was suddenly exuding. She found herself gasping for breath as he moved closer to her, floating down until he was only a foot or so from her kneeling form.

She took that chance to act, bringing all of the willpower she had to bear to surge to her feet and send a punishing blow to his face with her closed fist. Unfortunately, she found her arm rebounding violently, a jarring feeling that left her feeling like she'd just tried to punch a cement stone... before she got her powers. The man simply grinned at her, catching her arm even as it rebounded and pulling her closer to him.

Then he kissed her, hard on the lips as both of the invisible invincible shields they had disappeared with a pop. She struggled as best she could, but his aura continued its work on her and her defiance began to slip away. The impromptu make out session continued for several minutes before he released her and let her catch her breath. She was dazed and unfocused, panting through abused lips as she tried to collect herself for another attempt at struggling against her attacker.

The man holding her simply chuckled before speaking again, "There's no need to struggle Victoria. There's nothing you can do to stop me. Nor should you want to stop me. After all, what if I went after your family next? Your sister perhaps? With your powers, there's not much she could do to stop me."

Glory Girl shivered violently and only struggled harder before he spoke again, "Or perhaps I let someone of import know about what you've been up to on your patrols. So many near deaths, so many messes cleaned up by Amy on your behalf. I wouldn't even have to screw her, to screw her."

That was when the fight went out of the blonde heroine. She slumped down and the man let her go, once again she was brought to her knees, her head down and voice quiet as she finally responded.

"W-what do you want?" The man grinned at her words even as he began to unbuckle his belt, "I would think that is obvious. Do as I say when I say it, and your family will not suffer for your failings."

It was obvious that Victoria was struggling with herself, but eventually she nodded hesitantly and looked up, only to find a cock inches from her face. One of the man's hands came down to rest partially on her tiara, partially on her hair as he guided her in.

"Suck." He commanded, and she slowly engulfed the head of his length with her mouth. She was inexperienced and not at all eager, but there was something to be said for the situation, as she'd find him easily growing hard in her mouth, his dick growing in girth and size even as she sucked.

"More tongue my dear." He said pleasantly, sighing happily as he felt her swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock, even as he pushed forward and slowly fed more and more of his cock into her willing mouth. As he did so he continued giving her instructions, "Now, place a hand under that cute little skirt of yours and play with yourself. You're going to want to be as wet as possible for what comes next Victoria."

The superheroine shuddered in humiliation but did as he said, a hand slipping under her skirt and beneath the shorts she wore to protect her modesty, rubbing two fingers slowly against her slit. To her utter shame she found herself growing wet easily, the man's awe aura and her own ministrations working together in this instance.

His hand in her hair was stroking it now, petting her as she worked on his cock with her mouth, making her whimper a bit around his member. It wasn't long before he was pushing in and out of her mouth though, and a few minutes after that he pulled back, letting her get a breath of fresh air, even as he suddenly coated her face with his release, forcing her to flinch away and close her eyes.

Still holding onto her hair, he pulled her up from the ground, and a moment later they were both floating as he directed her towards a nearby wall and pushed her up against it face first, smirking as she groaned, her shield still not active as he pressed her up against the unforgiving bricks. A moment later his free hand moved down to her shapely ass and under her short skirt, before easily tearing away the shorts and panties that protected her privates. He felt along her slit, smirking as he found more secretions than he expected.

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, "Slut. Enjoying this aren't you?" She shook her head as much as she could, even as he pushed two of his fingers into her ready cunt. "Oh yes you are... there's no need to lie to me." Shivering with a combination of disgust and pleasure, she let out another whimper as his fingers pulled free and were replaced by the tip of his cock, still quite hard despite the amount of cum on her face.

Even as he pushed slowly in, the fingers that had just been inside her moved up to her mouth, pushing against her lips until she opened her mouth, forced to suck her own juices off. With that he began to fuck her in long slow strokes, grunting in pleasure as they both floated ten feet off the ground. Soon enough she found herself moaning in response, his cock felt more than amazing, and the sex while rough, was gentler than she'd ever expected from rape.

He seemed to enjoy her confusion and her distress, even as he pulled her head to the side using the grip he head on her hair, only to plant light kisses up and down her neck. His other hand moved to circle her waist, giving him a better position to thrust up into her delicious young body. By the time she realized what he was doing, why he was going so slow, it was too late as she found herself releasing a throaty cry and climaxing hard on his thick cock.