"How can you...why are you doing this, why me!? Why not Alexandria or Legend or someone who would know how to deal with this?" She eventually moaned at me, rubbing at her face tiredly.

"You were chosen," I replied honestly. "Whether it was by an immortal artificial construct from millions of years ago, or a deranged super-cape loony who saw a future that he didn't like for you and decided to intervene...well, I suppose the jury's still out on that, isn't it?"

She slumped slightly.

"You promise this isn't some horrible joke? That I'd really be able to...make a difference?"

"I swear," I answered simply.

Amy sighed again, "...and you're not going to stop bugging me until I agree, are you?"

"Probably not. You think Carol would be too upset if I added a doghouse to your backyard?" I asked airily.

That actually got a snicker from the girl. "Carol hates pets."

"Awesome. I look forward to irritating her greatly," I gave her a doggy-grin. "Now, you ready for training?"

"Fine!" Amy growled, tying the blanket around herself like a robe and grabbing her glaive. "Let's do this. The sooner I kick your ass, the sooner you have to take me home! At least it's not another shift at the hospital..."

I quirked a brow and let the comment slide. A conversation for another time.

The girl squeaked as her blanket disappeared, leaving her naked again.

"I told you, clothes are a reward for when you figure out how to protect yourself from psychic intrusion," I explained patiently.

"You want me to fight you naked!?" Amy shrieked, trying to hide behind the too-thin glaive.

"Nope," I replied, then gave her another doggy-grin. "I want you to catch me while naked. Lesson number one: Gravity is a suggestion, not a rule. Figure out how to modulate your energy for Earth-normal gravity and then we'll move on to flying, got that?"

"Modulate my what?" Amy asked, but I was already bounding off into the distance.

"Hey, wait! Orion, come back here!" She called, and I turned to watch as she made an uncontrolled leap that sent her spiraling into a nude tumble. I stared appreciatively at the curve of her buttocks highlighted against the blue Earth hanging in the sky.

Her breasts were equally photogenic, beautiful in the pale light of the moon's surface. Her wide, wild eyes shot me a pleading glance while she hung in midair...before abruptly noticing that she was still naked and attempting to cover herself again. She landed in a messy heap before me.

"Lesson two: You're a beautiful girl and have nothing to be ashamed of." I replied happily at her lingering blush, then ran off again.

An impossible scream of frustration split the absence of air around us. I started humming under my breath, "Training Montage time, bitches."

I was right, this was so much fun.

T_Taylor

(Автор: ArnaudB)

She was a villain.

I knew it from the moment I saw the costumed girl scurrying against the wall, the white and black spandex didn't belong to any hero in Brockton Bay. Something blunt had hit her given the way she held her chest but there was no blood and it didn't seem to hurt her so much that she couldn't walk. Her blond hair loosely hanging below her shoulders hide her back from me but she wasn't on the phone, which she would be if hurt and a parahuman with no legal troubles to fear.

Yet she was a parahuman.

My body steeped forward even as a flicker of worry settled into my stomach. Parahuman meant strange abilities that might be dangerous, a thug would have been safer. It didn't matter, under my large coat the things were twitching and driving me mad. It had been hours since I had been looking for someone bad enough not to make me feel guilty afterward, and a villain certainly fit. My feet carried me forward until I reached the girl.

She felt me coming and turned around despite my care not to make noise. The villain surprisingly wore no mask and green eyes visibly widened when they found me right behind her. I steeped forward as her mouth moved to speak, then opened further to what I recognized would be a scream. Tension filled with body and she started to draw back, right when my cloak opened and the thing lunged at her.

"Y-" The tentacle entered the orifice, halting the scream before it could come out. A second caught her neck, two more her right arm and leg. The rest followed in a moment and captured the girl in an embrace potentially strong enough to bend steel. The appendages, those not-limbs sprouting from my body clenched around the skin-hugging spandex as she struggled and I could feel her tongue still trying to speak slide over my tentacle there.

It increased my frustration so much more.

Four of my tentacles pressed against the ground at my feet to stabilize me and my new load, then I took my catch to a side alley where there was no light. I didn't want anyone to heard the girl's stifled moans. It would be embarrassing! She kept struggling however so I used more of my tentacles to catch her breasts, her hips, and her panties. Lifted in the air without support the girl's struggles weakened quickly, which was nice but even as my tentacles looked for zippers I shuddered at the impropriety of it all. I didn't even knew her name! No wait I did, the joker costume and the blond hair was the description for Tattletale. A member from the villainous group named the Undersiders. I didn't remember what they did but she was a villain so all was well.

Frustration overcame my body and my tentacles stopped trying to remove the girl's costume, instead shrinking to slip inside her clothes. A shiver shook my body as my sensitivity appendages were sandwiched hard between the tight-fitting spandex and the warm skin. Feedback hammered me in pleasant waves as my tentacles entered her shirt from above and below and circled her upper body, a couple reached her chest and joined the ones outside the spandex in clinging and playing with the girl's decently-sized breasts.

Tattletale's mouth became a bath of sensations as her struggling moans increased, the warmth in echo of my own filled mouth was a wonderful feeling. The pressure of her lips, the tantalizing hints of her tongue, her hot saliva all pressing against the sensitivity organ which I didn't control. My brain melted. I orgasmed, coming just as the tentacles in my own three orifices let out their load of that white substance. That aphrodisiac substance produced and kept inside my tentacles, which my stupid power didn't make me immune to even when it was inside the tentacles!

Of course, the rest of my tentacles also came. Tattletale's mouth was suddenly filled by thick liquid, more spurted out from inside her upper costume and was pressed against her skin by the spandex, the costume itself finding itself covered by the stuff. It was a sudden release that made the girl's body bend against her restrains as the powerful aphrodisiac applied its effect on her. Too surprised, too startled, Tattletale swallowed the substance in order not to choke and the pressure of her mouth as she did so was another kind of heaven.

Two more tentacles spilled their content in her panties as they entered it. It covered the girl's lower parts and appropriately prepared her entrance as my appendages entered her pussy then her ass. Then I started fucking her in earnest.

* * *

It was far more pleasant with someone else.

My tentacle twisted inside Tattletale's pussy, going deep inside her, shrinking or growing at my whim. It felt warm and tight inside, the place rather unused like mine had been. So was her ass which clenched upon my tentacles even as her bound body tried to jerk away and upward from my delicious invasion. That her orifices were little used to sex made the wonderful feedback less good than it could have been, her depths were too unfamiliar for me to try the perfect-fitting lightning stabs of tentacles I experienced on myself. Still her jerks rendered the sensations far more violent and that pushed me beyond the edge.

My appendage made a deep thrust just before releasing its arousing substance inside the villainous girl. She tensed, a loud moan managing to escape even as she pressed so very tightly around my tentacles. The one in her ass came instantly as I utterly lost control. I rolled back and forth inside as the liquid kept spilling and the tentacles tickling her nipples felt them harden just a little more. I withdrew the drained tentacles in her lower mouths, bringing two still full of their substance to replace them. Nine drained so far with twelve partially, out of thirty-two tentacles. Then I could rest. Albeit as another unloaded in her wonderful mouth, I worried a little that the no longer struggling villain might not be up to drain the twenty-two remaining ones.

There was howling wind, an impact shaking the ground and my head turning around. A figure stood in the flying ashes of the battered pavement. I found myself facing a white-clothed girl with blond hairs and my thoughts fell into piece. Presence and strength, the image just shattered my will under awe at how marvelous the fit and floating girl looked. She spoke in a voice that could only be admired.

"Another rapist, are you? Do you know how many of you there are around? Worthless scum ceding to base impulse, I am going to deliver both y-" The girl sadly trailed off in her speech. The heroine, for she couldn't be anything else, made a strangled expression as she caught sight of me in the darkness. I supposed even a hero didn't encounter a tentacles-fielding girl often but her shocked expression was still insulting, even if very weirdly it still seemed worth admiration.

Glory Girl's face, I just remembered her name, shifted through several expression. There was anger and disbelief amid those finishing in a burning scarlet face. I also remembered that she had super-strength just as she clenched her fist and leaned forward with limitless grace. Then my brain caught up and my tongue tried to speak, only to remembered that I had a tentacle shoved in my own mouth.

Tension made me release into Tattletale again even as the white clothed heroine flew at me, literally flew. Startled, I shook off my cloak and moved my tentacles to protect myself but it was far too late. Or not. The heroine hesitated, her ready fist pulling back even as she saw me under the cloak, with a flicker of uncertainty on her face. Perhaps because I was a girl or because seeing the tentacles coming from my body made her unwilling to rush me. Still Glory Girl traveled far too fast to stop and flew straight into my tentacles. Utter fear of what the heroine could do to me pushed me to seize her limbs. I got all four plus her neck, which she didn't like.

"Hey!" Glory Girl twisted in mid-air like only a flyer with super-strength could, her hands reaching for my tentacles to tear them apart. She struggled against my abnormally strong appendages. I shivered badly and felt that too great fear again like I had never knew fear, it mixed with an overpowering admiration for the sheer strength, speed, reflex, beauty and presence of the heroine. It scared me horribly.

My tentacles rushed her in a disoriented ensemble, tearing her costume in their hurry to overwhelm the girl. They twisted around her arms, seized her hips and spread her legs. A furious shout echoed from her mouth but I left it alone as she fiercely struggled, my focus briefly split anchoring myself at the building when she tried to rise, then pressed the tentacles pulling her pants down and destroying her panties to hurry. They did so in those horrifying long seconds then charged into Glory's pussy and ass as she screamed and trashed. I ravaged her depths with rapid strokes, entirely focused on bringing the tentacles to climax rather than the heroine pleasure.

Release came in an explosion of arousing substance and Glory Girl's startled scream devolved into a gargle as one of my tentacle finally silent her mouth. The heroine's struggle weakened enough for me to secure my hold and keep the feared beating in the future. She slumped a little even as my tentacles inside halted in exhaustion. I knew there was no chance the girl could fight after a first experience with the aphrodisiac substance. My own first time had left me floored for hours. On the heels of relief came the realization that I had just fucked a hero.

My brain crashed.

It rebooted with me catching sight of Glory Girl's now naked body, only stripes of her costume remaining after the tentacles fought to held her. Her ample bosom hung right before me and her legs spread apart let me easily see her tentacle-filled pussy. Reason struggled against the sight and the feeling of my tentacles touching Glory Girl's, of her face flushed at the sudden arousal she found herself in, of Tattletale whose body behind me was still being fucked by tentacles. My mind ceased working again but even then a silver of principle held me back.

It was crushed by Glory Girl's presence. The sheer aura that seemed to radiate from her, that turned her body from merely beautiful to the sexiest and greatest rack on Earth and beyond. Right there I admired the awe-inspiring that could only be admired and felt my tentacles inside her telling me how I had ravished it and still did. It was too much and robbed my ability to think. Unable, and in this state unwilling, to consider anything my body and my tentacles advanced toward the heroine.

I dived into her breasts with my own body, licking and molesting the things even as the naked girl's moan slaughtered the rest of my coherence. We both flew above the ground supported by her power which was thoroughly exciting me. Her inhumanely strong arms and legs pulled against the tentacles, the pressure both terrifying and arousing. Her mouth was nowhere as pleasurable as Tattletale, notably because her teeth had enough strength to hurt my tentacle and I had to gag her instead. Her pussy however, oh Lord, Glory Girl's pussy. Her ass hadn't seen much use which made things difficult, but the inhuman pressure was mind-melting.

Her pussy was on another level. It opened wider and responded with experience to my enlarged tentacle, it broke my mind so much that I didn't remember when I started rubbing my own lower entrance against the heroine's left nipple. I emptied tentacles into the girl's body and it just didn't stop coming. I fucked, fucker her and fucker her again sandwiched between the moaning bodies of the villain Tattletale and the heroine Glory Girl. Inspiration stuck me further and led me to shrink the next tentacle to enter Glory Girl. I added a second shrunk one, then a third when I realized it wasn't enough.

The three tentacles went into the girl's, so wonderful, pussy together and grew to fill the heroine lower parts until my white substance couldn't overspill from her anymore. I pressed the tentacles against the warm flesh, twisting and entwining them inside her body like it was the only thing worth dying, surviving and living for all at once. I fucked her as I came and did again, and again till both blond girls were drenched in my fluids and too tired to even moan. My own mind fell apart between their bosom as my tentacles emptied and exhaustion left me unable to keep going anymore.