Moments of Victory 20 (Patreon)

Marcus had to admit, that when Amy first arrived at the studio, he had several plans based on her reaction, which included shamelessly running away after finding an excuse that would convince Amy. He was hopeful, but also aware that things could have gone terribly wrong.

None of those contingencies included Amy on her knees, wearing a sexy corset that hid nothing from that angle as she pulled his boxers down without prompting, obediently keeping his belt around her neck.

While she gaped at his length, he enjoyed the moment.

All he needed was to change things while she was at the edge. For a young woman who never had a proper orgasm, it hit like torture. That, and he probably underestimated just how much her willpower had been drained by her lifestyle, filled with nothing but healing.

Marcus was truly a hero, saving the world from a true disaster.

“Are you a good girl, Amy?” he said as he grabbed her hair with one hand, tugging the belt with another.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

“Excellent. Open your pretty lips wide,” he said as he pushed inside her mouth, hard. Since she was already at the edge of a climax, he wanted to make it memorable. He took another photo as she devoured his cock eagerly.

Her eager mouth already felt incredible. Then, he used his power to quickly teach her the finer points of blowjob, which she followed subconsciously. Just like that, the eagerness of a first-timer mixed with the skills of a whore, turned into a masterpiece.

But, just because it was a masterpiece didn’t mean it couldn’t be improved. “Get rid of the corset,” he ordered. It looked good on her, but she would look even better without it. She followed the order slowly, but only because her fingers were trembling too badly for her to properly unhook it.

Yet, he didn’t help her. Watching her struggle to desperately reach her back to remove the corset while her throat was being fucked felt incredible. A small revenge for pushing him down and stepping on his back.

Something that he certainly hated. He learned one thing important. He wasn’t a submissive, not even when he held the absolute advantage.

It took two minutes for her to achieve that, and in the process, the only thing that prevented her from climax was a copy of her power. Marcus used it, knowing that, otherwise, she would simply climax. A reward she didn’t deserve until she completed her task.

“Very good,” he said as she finally discarded her corset. “Now, play with your tits, Amy. I want you to convince me that you’re a good girl.”

She whimpered, which felt incredible around his girth. More importantly, she recognized that it was not a suggestion but a demand. She complied immediately, moving her hands across her breasts, a small gasp coming out of her mouth as her fingers sank into their depths while her head continued to bob under his control.

She closed her eyes, letting herself become completely absorbed in the moment as she danced at the edge of a climax. It was beautiful enough that he had let go of her hair and let his hand drift down, twisting her nipple.

At the same time, he released his small trick that was keeping her on the edge, one that she had never noticed because she couldn’t affect herself.

He took another photo even as she collapsed on the ground using the remote, but he didn’t let her recover. “On all fours,” he ordered. She complied immediately. He walked toward the camera while he dragged her along, using his belt as a leash.

She followed obediently, even when he leaned down to rip her panties under her skirt, and stuffed it to her mouth. “Open your legs and play with yourself,” he said even as he quickly changed the film and took a few photos of her playing with herself desperately. She was absorbed enough with it that she didn’t pay attention when he reset the camera.

“Walk,” he ordered, once again dragging her, still fascinated by the speed she had turned into an utter submissive. There was one thing he regretted. He didn’t buy a bed for his studio. “Sit down,” he ordered when they reached the center once again.

This time, he didn’t need to order before she started playing with herself. She moved her right hand down, sliding across her thighs before settling on her core, her skirt doing nothing to hide as she moved her fingers across her slit. Lost in pleasure, she looked incredible enough that he made a radical, and potentially ill-advised move. He positioned between her legs.

He couldn’t help it. Powers or not, he was still a man. It was hard to resist a sexy woman with incredible curves under the tamest of circumstances. And, getting that show after a blowjob that ended halfway was certainly not qualified as tame.

Nowhere close.

“Don’t worry, it’s just the tip,” he said as he positioned himself against her wet lips. Her muffled whimper as he pressed against her core was beautiful. As much as her eyes widened in shock. But, as she watched his hard cock press against her wetness, her emotions carried nothing but excitement.

He could have slid in easily, but he didn’t do it. Instead, he kept his promise for the moment as he leaned forward, finally doing something he wanted to do the moment he had seen her in that night dress. He pressed his lips against her breasts, with her nipple between his teeth.

The muffled moan she let out was beautiful. As the pleasure hit, she lost the ability to maintain her sitting position, putting her arm back to balance herself. It gave him perfect, unrestricted access to her breasts.

He bit, kissed, slapped, treating her like a toy while the tip of his cock stayed buried in her core. The only time he stopped was to press the remote shutter, taking yet another photo.

Then, he decided to push her even more. He reached for his phone and called Vicky. “Hey, beautiful,” he called. Amy looked shocked at the sudden pace.

“Hey, handsome,” Vicky replied, her voice loud enough for Amy to hear. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing much,” he said even as he pushed his hips slightly forward, enjoying Amy’s beautiful emotional flare, including everything from arousal to guilt. “I just wanted to inform you about a change of plans. Amy is here,” he continued.

Amy’s expression of shock was even more beautiful. “What’s she doing there, modeling?” Vicky asked, laughing loudly, unaware just how kinky her innocent sister really was.

“No, but a tempting idea,” he said, which confused Amy. Luckily for him, she had something else to worry about, like his cock, impaling her without warning, freeing her from her pesky virginity. “She just asked my help. Apparently, she needed to visit a friend, and she asked me to drop her.”

“This late?” Vicky said. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry, she’s not in costume. We picked something from my studio wardrobe so no one will think she’s Panacea, so there’s no risk. And, I promised to wait her to wait for her, so I’ll drop her home. You just need to distract your mother,” he explained. “I can give her if you want,” he added.

Meanwhile, Amy was busy processing her first time. Those words made her panicked. But, that didn’t keep him from pulling her panties from her mouth and passing her the phone. “H-hi, Vicky,” she gasped.

The way she tightened around him the moment he passed her the phone was phenomenal. But maybe, he shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, for all intents and purposes, Amy was just cheating on the love of her life. An unhealthy, dysfunctional love, one that he was busy feeding a less catastrophic kink, but love nonetheless.

“So, you and Marcus. Should I be jealous,” Vicky asked.

“N-no!” she gasped, followed by a moan.

“What’s wrong?’ Vicky asked.

“She tried to wear heels,” Marcus intervened even as he leaned forward, impaling her even deeper at the moment. “Unfortunately, she’s not really used to them. She’s moving around like a baby gazelle.”

“Damn, I wish I was there watching,” Vicky said. A comment that worked on Amy, making her climax without a warning. Marcus had to lean forward to silence her with a kiss while he grabbed her panties once more, stuffing. Even then, he had to also tighten the belt around her neck to silence her properly. “Marcus?” she called.

“Sorry, Amy didn’t react well to your latest comment,” he answered even as he stood straighter and took the phone back. He slapped Amy’s tits as she shivered under her orgasm, the lack of oxygen driving her even deeper into the land of pleasure.

Asphyxiation kink was a dangerous one, but not for him. Not with the power he copied from Amy.

“So, anything else,” Marcus said.

“Is Amy still here?” Vicky said.

“No, she went to change,” he said even as he slapped Amy’s breast, making her jolt with desperate pleasure.

“Good,” she said. “Then, I can tell you everything I’m going to do to you for being such a good friend to my precious sister,” Vicky said before she started spilling some fascinating ideas, including flying while he fucked her from behind.

Unaware that he had long turned on the speaker, making Amy listen to every word while he continued to fuck her, playing with his belt constantly to keep her on the edge in every way that mattered. Until the pleasure became too overwhelming for him and he exploded in her.

“We better end the call. Amy’s getting impatient,” he said as he pulled the gag, freeing Amy. That was the last thing Amy was feeling with her tongue out, panting, trying to catch her breath.

“Good. I need to continue patrolling in any case. Try to bring Amy home before midnight if possible,” Vicky said.

“I’ll do my best,” he said as he ended the call, and looked at Amy. “What do you think, beautiful. Do you think we’ll finish before midnight?”

“I … I don’t think so,” Amy whispered, her tone filled with shame, lust, and most importantly, infinite desire. That was all he was able to say before he started moving once more. After listening to Vicky’s endless fantasies, Amy was burning with desire. It would be a shame to waste it.

Maybe they wouldn’t be able to catch the midnight deadline.