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[BewareTheDream]

“Oooo. Pretty lasers!” Machine Head still wasn’t sure what Moonrise’s Quirk was. She didn’t have the angel wings anymore; instead, she shot tractor beams from her dusk-colored eyes that were powerful enough to render George unconscious.

Whatever her Quirk is, it’s obviously formidable. It must be really draining, too. He couldn’t help but observe how heavily she leaned against a desk. Feeling a sudden urge to go to her, he tried to take a step, but dropped to a knee, instead. His temporary body was locking up on him, which meant it was time to eject.

Circles of blue electricity coursed up and down the copier-man. His arms and legs retracted into his body. His face disappeared, but the slash marks remained. Like a kid emerging from a McDonald’s playroom slide, Machine Head slid out of the copier, feet first, and onto the floor. Feeling stiff because his real body had to be balled up inside of a copier that was just big enough to contain him, he sprung onto his feet and rushed to Moonrise.

Moonrise ran at him as well, which caught him by surprise. The two of them had to skid to a halt in front of each other. She asked him if he was okay, and for a moment he didn’t know how to speak.

The sight of her heaving bosom didn’t help, any. Neither did her enchanting eyes. For several seconds, the man behind the helmet could only stare at her. Moonrise couldn’t see his eyes, but she could see her own reflection on his visor.

“Um, yeah,” Machine Head finally blurted out. “I’m okay.” He glanced over his shoulder and jerked a thumb toward the copier, which was falling apart and even smoking a little. “My Quirk lets me wear machines like armor. They take all the punishment, and I don’t really feel a thing.” Striking a ‘check me out’ pose, he showed her that no part of his suit was scratched.

“How about you? Were you hurt?” He took the opportunity to study her body. For medical reasons. Yeah.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her own reflection, shy, tired looking - her hair was mussed - looked back at her from the high shine of Machine Head’s visor. As he spoke, her smile returned; kind, relieved.

“Oh, I’m glad to hear it…” She trailed off, somehow, finding the energy to stand up straight. Her eyes still seemed to hold a bit of that shimmer, the warm light that’d caught George and put him down. “I’m fine; just a little tired. That attack takes a lot out of me. It’s like…” she paused, pressing the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. How to find the right words? “…Sort of like a healing beam,” she ventured, not really sure how to explain it. “It basically serves as a sort of refresh, I guess. But it does take a lot out of me.”

As he posed in front of her, she stifled a small laugh, hiding it behind her gloved hand, before, a flash of mischief darted through her eyes. “Why, Machine Head, are you flirting with me?”

It was something she would have never DREAMED of saying as plain old Serena Hawkes. As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt like screaming; that she’d do anything to suck them back in. But they were out there, and, as she titled her head quizzically, she felt confidence blossom from deep within. Well, right now, she wasn’t Serena Hawkes; she was Moonrise, and Moonrise was pretty sure that Machine Head might have a thing for her.

“So…can you change the state of your helmet? I seem to recall seeing the bottom half of your face.”

 

[BewareTheDream]

Despite Moonrise’s messy hair and tired appearance, Machine Head thought she looked wonderful and otherworldly, especially because of the faint glow in her eyes. Just looking at her made his cheeks warm. Other parts of his body heated up, too.

What she said about her healing beam confused him a bit. She had ‘refreshed’ that tiger-man, somehow? Well, her beam did make him revert to his smaller form, so he was refreshed in that sense. Maybe it rendered her target unconscious as a side effect?

Before he could ask her to clarify, she asked him if he was flirting with her.

“What?!” Shocked, Machine Head took a step back. Moonrise would’ve seen his cheeks redden if not for his helmet. “No, I wasn’t flirting! I mean, if you liked it, then I was. Wait! I mean, no...” His brain lagged behind his mouth, which was going a mile a minute. He didn’t even know what he did that could be construed as flirting.

Awkward silence hung in the air between them as he tried to think of something to say that wasn’t stupid. It was Moonrise who broke the silence by asking him about his helmet.

“Huh?” He didn’t know what she was thinking, but that didn’t stop him from fulfilling a request that, technically, she didn’t make. “Sure, I can change it. Give me a sec.” A little bit of electricity crackled around his head and neck as he morphed his helmet. The visor shortened, the sides pulled back a bit, and the lower half of his face was revealed.

“See? Easy peasy.”

Only his mouth, chin, and part of his smooth-shaven cheeks were visible, but for some reason that was enough to make him feel self-conscious beneath Moonrise’s stare. Rubbing at his neck, he glanced at the floor before bringing his gaze back to her face.

She really did look magical.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Sure, she hadn’t been “heroing” for a long time - but in that time, she’d seen a ton of attractive heroes, both male and female. Made sense; the more attractive one was, the easier it was to pick up a fan base. But this was the first time that she’d actually felt herself on this side of “smitten” with one.

This is ridiculous, she tried to chid herself. All he did was get you a coat! You barely know him.

Yeah, but, if he’s flirting with you, he could be hurt and not want to tell you.

Might as well.

Yeah, but, is it really a good idea?

Before she had time for her mind to keep going round in circles, to convince herself otherwise, she closed the gap between the two of them. When he looked up again, she was directly in front of him. Her eyes were already hooded; her lips pursed. The briefest of hesitations, then, she pressed her lips to his.

It was no passionate “I’ve waited for you all my life” kiss from the movies, nor was it a “I can’t wait to get your clothes off” expression of lust. It was purer, and somehow, more erotic because of its purity. Light sparked from the fusion of their mouths, gentle, like the lighting of a candle. Then, he would feel it - warmth cascading from her, into him. Like that glow of hers was spreading, wrapping around him like a blanket. Whatever minor aches, pains, that he could have sustained vanished, eased away by that light she pushed into him.

Thought it only lasted a few seconds at most, it felt like a small eternity before she pulled away from him. A faint smile on her lips lent her eyes a sad, worldly expression. It wasn’t a sadness directed at him, but, rather, as if she understood something unsaid. It simply made her beauty all the more delicate, all the more otherworldly.

“There…in case you were hurt…” That smile again, and a wobbling of her knees. She leaned over to grasp the edge of a desk, to steady herself. Then - with a slight exhalation, she collapsed, fainting as quietly away as silk fluttering in the breeze.

 

[BewareTheDream]

The sparks created by Machine Head’s Quirk had disappeared. However, Moonrise conjured sparks of her own by doing something he didn’t expect but had secretly wanted ever since he first saw her.

His brain short-circuited, immediately, when her lips connected to his. His entire body went stiff, including his arms, which hung, straight, at his sides. The only parts of their bodies that touched were their lips; neither of them used their tongues, because Machine Head was paralyzed and Moonrise kept the kiss pure. And yet that single, tender contact was more than enough to launch him to a world of enchantment he hadn’t previously dreamed of.

She really was magical.

In fact, some of her magic poured through their lips and into his body. Machine Head didn’t feel any pain; his now discarded copier body had soaked up all the damage for him. The only discomfort he felt was a minor cramp in his back caused by being balled up inside the machine during the fight. Moonrise’s Quirk made that discomfort go away. And with it, Machine Head forgot how he could have possibly lived without her in his life.

The kiss felt like it lasted a sweet eternity, and at the same time it ended way too soon. After she pulled away, Machine Head stood there, dumbfounded. His shoulders were hunched forward, his jaw hung open, and he instinctively leaned toward her in an attempt to taste her kiss again.

Their second kiss would have to wait, because Moonrise lost consciousness. It was out of pure instinct that Machine Head snapped into action, catching her before she hit the floor.

“Moonrise!” Without realizing it, he held her up in a way that resembled a romance novel cover. But instead of a shirtless, square-jawed heartthrob with big pecs holding and peering down upon a beautiful, long-haired, English noblewoman with her tits nearly spilling out of her bodice, it was the chrome-suited Machine Head holding and peering down upon the gorgeous, silver-haired Moonrise...whose huge tits were nearly spilling out of her Hero costume.

Machine Head didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know if she was hurt or if she fainted because her Quirk exhausted her. In that moment of confusion and indecision, his instincts took over. His eyes fell upon her lips, which looked so plump and tempting. He now knew how delicious they were, too.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t much of a kiss, since one of the two participants was unconscious. It was more like a mashing of mouths.

Before Machine Head realized what he was doing was kinda rapey and that he should stop, the front doors of the HumNews office burst open, and a squad of NYPD officers burst in.

“Freeze, mother FUCKER!” one of the cops yelled, his pistol aimed at Machine Head’s visor.

“What the shit are you doing, you goddamn pervert!” yelled another, female officer.

Machine Head’s face snapped up. Mouth agape and with Moonrise still in his arms, he stared, dumbly, at the row of cops aiming guns at him.

“Uhh...it's cool, officers. We're Heroes…?”

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Mmhp…”

So warm…

Those thick white lashes fluttered. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but, for a moment, they seemed to turn black - before shifting back to white. She stirred, slowly, before she opened her eyes. Through the heavy fringe of her snowy lashes, her dusk colored eyes were blurry, before they sharpened, and she glanced around, taking in her surroundings.

Oh, thank god, I didn’t de-transform…!

As she tried to steady herself, she gripped his arms - then, realizing fully where she was, she stopped, and looked directly into Machine Head’s face. Or, well, as well as she could, with the rest of his face covered. Her lips slightly parted, a deep flush crept over her cheeks.

I could stay here all forever….

It was hard, so hard, to resist the urge to sink further into his arms. Then, the voices of the officers broke the moment, and, doing her best to stand straight, she fumbled her way out of Machine Head’s arms.

“It’s okay…he’s right; we’re Heroes. I just got a little overwhelmed.” She gave them a shy smile, doing her best to channel her carefree, mysterious hero persona. It was immensely difficult work, considering all she wanted to do was either go home and sleep for three days, or to kiss Machine Head again. The former seemed to be the more likely of the two options.

The female officer, taking a look at Moonrise, seemed to buy the silver haired hero’s explanation, for now.

“All right…” she grumbled, in a tone that suggested she wasn’t thrilled with the situation.

“This the perp?” said the other cop, stalking over to the still unconscious George.

“Should be,” responded the female officer. “You’re Moonrise, right?”

Moonrise nodded, the gesture feeling like it took everything out of her. “Yes…and this is Machine Head,” she held out her hand for the chrome suited man. “He really saved the day.” She gave him a shy smile - part knowing, part thankful. After all - he had.


Normally, under the light of the moon, she would have used the opportunity to vanish, to help build her cred. But now, with Machine Head present, she would actually linger: taking time to explain to the officers what happened (corroborated by the two men that had been in the office, who had been thankful to her and Machine Head). Despite the somewhat tense situation, by the time everything had been explained, there were hearty handshakes and backslaps all around, with the two men of the office shyly asking for both Moonrise’s and Machine Head’s autograph (though Moonrise declined to pose for photos, citing that she still wasn’t with an agency, and didn’t know the rules - which the officers commended her for being so thoughtful). Once the officers heard how everything had broken down, they said they’d put in a good word for both Moonrise and Machine Head with one of the agencies, since it was clear that the two of them hadn’t gone in to make a scene.

Now, with just her and Machine Head left at the scene, she flushed, looking down at the toes of her white boots. Blotches of black ink marred the sides, splattered across her calves. No big deal; when she transformed again, her uniform would be as spotless as always.

Should she say something about the kiss?

She scuffed one of the toes of her boots, kicking at a pebble.

No. That’d be lame. This was a silly crush. She was too old for silly crushes.

She stopped kicking at the pavement to look back at Machine Head. He seemed to be as awkward as she was, the lower half of his face still unmasked.

Unable to think of anything better to do, she suddenly was on him, her arms about his neck, her lips pressed softly to his, a repeat of the chaste kiss before. Rather than healing him, however, this one seemed to be sparked by something completely different, something shy, sweet - promising.

This time, as she let go, she gave him a playful wink, took two big steps backwards, and…like that, seemed to vanish into a pool of moonlight, her silver hair swirling about her body.





It felt like an eternity before she could actually slide into bed. When she did, she collapsed, face down, completely naked. She’d let her transformation drop as soon as she was safe indoors. Under the warmth of her cheery yellow comforter, she rolled over onto her back. It seemed like every time she closed her eyes, the lower half of Machine Head’s face was burned into the backs of her eyelids. What did he look like under the helmet? What was this weird thing between them? Was it only one-sided?

He had kissed her back, hadn’t he? That meant something, right?

On their own accord, her hands wandered from her chest to her stomach, across her thighs. If she kept her eyes closed, she could almost imagine that they were his…

His voice would be low, husky, in her ear. Asking her to show him how she liked to be touched. She bit her lower lip, her brows knitting. She was shy - but his voice, that rich voice that could draw her in, was drawing her in deeper, was kind - gentle. He wanted to see her; all of her.

When her fingers finally dipped between her legs, she was wet, breathing heavy.

Imagine, if he was there, watching her, touching herself like this, being so dirty thinking about a complete stranger...

You're so pretty here, he'd whisper to her, his face lowering between her legs. I've wanted to taste you forever.... His mouth would move lower, and oh, right there! Her finger brushed over the swollen nub of her clit, and she stifled a long, shuddering sigh. He felt so good...He'd balance his body carefully on top of hers, his warmth enveloping her, and then, and then...

She slipped two fingers inside of her, her back arching. Oh, it was good, but it wasn't enough; couldn't be enough. It would have to do for now, with the imaginary Machine Head panting in her ear, his hand trailing down her body like he'd known it for years.

Give in to me...give it all to me... It was almost as if he was there, his lips hot against the side of her neck. Her body tensed, drawing tight like a bowstring, before, oh, there, right there...she could see him smiling in her imagination, drinking her all in as she finally orgasmed, drenching her fingers, her body trembling.

Long seconds later, when the stars had finally cleared from her eyes, she took in a deep breath. Oh, this was bad. This was really bad...

 

[BewareTheDream]

The rest of the time spent at the crime scene was a blur. Machine Head vaguely remembered police officers asking him questions while others hauled the tiger-man away. He didn’t remember the questions, nor did he remember his answers, but whatever he said must’ve been fine because the cops left him alone.

He also vaguely recalled somebody asking for his autograph. He didn’t remember if he gave that person his John Hancock or not, nor did he really care. If it wound up hanging off somebody’s fridge or sold on ebay, then whatever.

None of that mattered. At that moment, the only things he cared about were the kisses he had shared with Moonrise. Each kiss was a surprise, and each one was like a powerful drug that already had him hooked. Lost in the high caused by her lips, Machine Head grappled out through the window he had broken earlier, and swung over the city’s streets.

It was well over an hour later when he landed on the fire escape outside his window. Normally, grapple-swinging from North Central Park to his apartment should’ve taken no more than 30 minutes, but he lost a lot of time swinging and rooftop-running in the wrong damn direction. As distracted as he was, as haunted as he was by the memory of Moonrise, it was something of a miracle that he found his way back at all.
Machine Head opened his window, crept inside, and then closed the curtains.

Although he didn’t live with anybody, he still moved as silently as he could. The apartment was dark, but for a few moments it got filled with a flickering blue light as he Machine Merged with his suit and then removed it with a thought. Like a snake shedding its skin, he freed himself of the armor, which clattered onto the floor boards. So much for staying quiet…

The street clothes that Hideki wore under his super suit were yanked off, next. Naked, tired, and still a little dazed, he padded into his bathroom and climbed into the shower. A nice, warm shower followed by bed was exactly what the doctor ordered.

For a while, all he could think about was the hot water that cascaded upon his head, neck, and torso. But inevitably, thoughts of Moonrise invaded his thoughts once more. He imagined her there with him in the shower, naked as she was when they first met. Although this time, she didn’t want a firefighter’s oversized coat to cover herself up. No, instead she wanted him to see all of her exquisite flesh. She begged him to do much more than look, too.

“Oh, god, I want to lick you all over!” Hideki confessed to the nude, wet, and willing Moonrise that he dreamed was sharing the shower with him. He did what he said he wanted to do. Pinning her to the wall, right underneath the shower head, he pressed his mouth and ran his tongue upon every inch of her tempting skin. He kissed her lips again. He licked her neck. He bit her shoulder. He nibbled and sucked on her nipples while holding up and squeezing her breasts. He imagined that every single centimeter of her was delicious.

Somehow, he knew for a fact that she was delicious all over.

In his imaginings, Hideki and Moonrise took turns orally pleasuring one another. He wanted to be first; he needed to be first. Kneeling down in front of her, he hoisted one of her legs and rested it on his shoulder. He didn’t know what her pussy looked like, but he did catch a glimpse of her silver bush before, so he focused on that. Imagining what she smelled like down there, he pictured her bush, and then pictured himself eating her out just the way she liked.

In reality, Hideki stood in the middle of the shower, head tilted back, water spraying against the front of his neck and chest. Grunting, he jerked himself off while in his head he gave Moonrise’s clitoris one last, tender suck before standing up and letting her have her turn at him.

“Ungh!” It didn’t take long at all for the imaginary blow job and real masturbation to get him to climax. Shoulders hunched over, body jerking, he spewed all over the wall directly in front of him. His member was still turgid and convulsing in his grip, which didn’t surprise him. What did surprise him, however, was how much he came. Gasping for breath and frowning at the mess he made, he tried to remember the last time he came so much. He didn’t think he ever did, at least not by wanking.

Hideki finished cleaning up, quickly, for he felt even more exhausted than he did when he first stepped into the tub. After drying off as best as he could in his groggy state, he slipped on a pair of gray boxer-briefs (he generally didn’t like sleeping totally nude), and then collapsed onto his bed. He was out like a light seconds later.

Before sleep claimed him, the last thing he thought about was Moonrise, her silver hair, and the sweetness of her lips.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Earth to Serena; come in, Serena!”

Serena blinked owlishly; once, twice. In front of her was the cheerful face of her coworker, Mariya.

“Huh?”

“You were spacing out pretty hardcore,” Mariya settled herself on the corner of Serena’s desk, crossing one of her ample legs. Mariya was a year or so older than Serena, and, in her off time, sang at a local cafe. Serena had spent many a Saturday night listening to Mariya sing and play.

Of course, for them to be in the same department meant that somewhere, somehow, Mariya was also attempting to be a hero…but the more Serena studied the dark-haired and dark eyed woman, the less it seemed that “heroing” was on her list of priorities. Not that that made Mariya a bad person. If anything, Serena admired Mariya’s dedication to her art.

“Did you meet a new guy?”

Serena flushed, pushing papers aside from her desk. “Why is it always a guy with you?”

“Because that’s the best way to get a rise out of you. Seriously, though. You’ve spaced the entire day away. Me and the girls were thinking about getting a drink. You game?”

“Is it that late already?” A quick glance at her computer’s clock confirmed that, yes, it was that late, and yes, she had been spacing out most of the day.

Last night had been…surreal.

She’d never felt the need to just kiss someone. And it wasn’t a need as so much as it was just…something she had to do. She’d never been so drawn to someone in her entire life.

Thinking about him last night, just the shape of his mouth, his voice, was enough to make her cum harder than she could remember. Remembering it was enough to make her blush. She tried to cover up the burning in her cheeks by clearing her throat.

Mariya seemed less than convinced.

“Oh, man…Well, I mean, I guess it’s good that I always work ahead,” Serena said, with a bit of disappointment. She really had wasted the entire day. It was no use. Whenever she tried to focus on what was in front of her, the words on her screen seemed to shimmer and merge into Machine Head’s glossy figure, teasing her with a bit of a smile. It was so, so ridiculous. Like what was he going to do - swoop in suddenly and take her away from this desk job? Please. He’d probably be like all the other guys - drooling over Moonrise, ignoring Serena, not knowing that they were one in the same. Hell, to be fair, the only thing that changed about her as Moonrise was her hair and eyes. Maybe if someone cared to actually look at her…

“All work and no play. Come on, chips and queso and margaritas! It’s been forever since we’ve done a Bitch and Sip.”

“…Don’t have to convince me,” Serena stood up, grinning. “I can already taste those street tacos.”

______

“Baby B’s” was notorious with Serena and her coworkers for its great happy hours, good food, and even better drinks. The nature of their job (or jobs, if you wanted to include the heroing) could be stressful. Stupid managers, crappy coworkers (who were never invited): all were dragged before turning attention to personal lives: husbands, dating, pets, hobbies.

Nursing a coconut and mango margarita, Serena couldn’t help but to let her mind wander. Despite the late hour, the sun was still out, making it seem much earlier than it was.

The first time I saw him was during the day, she mused, biting on the tip of the straw. Maybe I could see him again…

The voices of Mariya and her other coworkers (Pam, Cheri, and Gwyn) seemed to fade into the background.

Give in to me…

I’ve wanted to taste you for so long…

You’re so pretty here…

You like touching yourself, thinking of me? You’re a bad girl. And you know what I do to bad girls? I fuck them. I fuck them till they scream. Then I fuck them until they don't have a voice and forget everything but how my cock feels. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like being my filthy little slut...

She crossed and uncrossed her legs firmly under the table, trying to focus on Cheri’s description of her most recent knitting project, and not on the fact that her panties were rapidly dampening.

“Oh, hey, dude, look,” Mariya lifted her head from her “purple drank” margarita. “Looks like something’s going down in Central Park. Not too far from here…” she trailed off, giving the rest of the women around the table a long look.

“Dude, I just got these nachos,” Gwyn whined.

Pam grinned. “Oh, look at the time; I completely forgot that I had that thing tonight.”

“Oh, you have the same thing? Pretty sure that Serena has a thing, don’t you, Serena?” Mariya not so discreetly kicked Serena under the table. Snapping out of her daze, Serena blinked, then gasped.

“Oh, yeah, I totally have the same thing! That…has…nothing…to…do…with…Central…Park…?”

“Nowhere near the vicinity of Central Park, totes. You were here at Happy Hour with us.” Mariya winked, leaning forward to take a long swig of her margarita.

“Totally nomming on these bomb ass nachos,” added Gwyn, shoveling one in her mouth.

“You guys are the best,” grinned Pam.

“Oh, we know,” sing-songed Gwyn. “If you guys go to the thing early enough, maybe you can come back in time for a second round.”

____

By the time Moonrise arrived on the scene, she realized a few things:

She was either early, or the other heroes were dealing with it already,

She should probably invest in a more reliable means of transportation - transforming into a officer was a drain on her powers,

That margarita was a bit stronger than she thought -

She wasn’t at 100% - having transformed into a cop to requisition a cop car without suspicion, and wasn’t sure how long she could hold her current form.

(Granted, her Moonrise form was the easiest - she never seemed to run out of energy holding it if she had just transformed into Moonrise to begin with - but now really wasn’t the time to be thinking about that.)

I’ve got to handle this faster and smarter - not just barrel in. No moony-eyes here!

Looking around, those strangely colored eyes were narrowed. Central Park was quiet - a little too quiet. Even within it, she couldn’t hear the dull klaxons of the sirens. It seemed that her breath was harder and louder than anything else - louder than her footsteps, louder than her heartbeat.

Something had to give, and soon.

 

[BewareTheDream]

Moonrise wasn’t the only one who lost an entire day to daydreams. Over at his shop, Hideki worked like an automaton, tinkering with his customers’ electronics without any awareness of what he was doing. Some of the devices actually got fixed, since his Quirk - Machine Soul - granted him an instinctive understanding of how machines operated. While his brain was off on a Moonrise-themed vacation, Machine Soul guided his hands in the repairs.

Hideki remained quiet throughout the whole day, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his pal and lone employee, Popcorn.

“Pad see ew surprise!” Popcorn yelled right before he slapped a styrofoam food container onto Hideki’s workbench, right beside the tablet he’d been mindlessly poking at.

The surprise pissed Hideki off, because he was thinking about how Moonrise tasted and smelled when he was so suddenly interrupted. “What the shit, Popcorn!?”
Whirling around, he flashed a scowl that was fierce enough to make his friend withdraw by a step or two. An instant later, Hideki realized he must have sounded and looked a lot angrier than he should have been.

“I’m sorry, Deks!” Popcorn said with a small voice. “You didn’t eat lunch, so I got you something from that new Thai place down the street. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Already regretting his tone, Hideki glanced at the white container. Although it was closed, he could tell it was loaded with noodles, because he could see some of them sticking out from the slits at the side. The sight and the smell of the noodles made his stomach growl; he hadn’t eaten anything all day.

“No, no, I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry, Pops. You just scared me, is all.”

“Oh, okay. You’ve been acting all weird today. I didn’t know if you were angry at me or something.” Popcorn reached into the plastic bag that still held his dinner, took out a plastic fork and a couple of napkins, and handed them to Hideki.

The taller man smiled and accepted the items. “I'm sorry, dude. Trust me, I'm fine.

"If I were angry at you, I’d tell you. You know me - I don’t like passive aggression.”

“That’s true,” Popcorn said, his good cheer back to normal. “There’s nothing passive about your aggression.” Cackling, he had a seat at his own workbench before removing his meal from the bag - one container filled with shrimp-fried rice and Thai-style BBQ chicken, and another, cup-shaped container filled with yellow curry. His meal was even more fragrant than the pad see ew, and it made Hideki’s stomach growl once more.

The two friends spent the next few minutes scarfing down their meals. They didn’t say anything, but they were hardly silent.

“This is good,” Hideki eventually said between bites, pointing at the noodles with his fork. The container was still at least half-full. “Damn good. And they don’t skimp with their portions. We should definitely add this place to our lunch list.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Nada,” Popcorn replied. He attacked the curry before the rest of his food, so it was already nearly gone. “You covered lunch the last time, so I got this one.”

Hideki nodded and resumed eating, glad that his friend had already forgiven him for the outburst from earlier.

“So why were you so quiet?” Popcorn asked.

Hideki didn’t want to admit he’d been daydreaming about another Hero he’d met, and he certainly didn’t want to admit that a lot of those daydreams involved him and Moonrise doing exceedingly naughty things to each other. Popcorn may have been his best friend, but some things were too private for even a best friend. “You know...Hero stuff."

“Oh. Okay.” Popcorn didn’t sound entirely convinced, but he didn’t push the subject. Instead, he changed it. “Hey, I’ll close up today. Karishma is meeting me here later. We’re going to see that new movie with the Rock and Jason Statham.”

The woman whom Popcorn referred to was Karishma Rawal, the Hero whose code name was Seer. Hideki was happy that Popcorn was dating and that it was going well, but at the same time he couldn’t believe he was dating Seer. She was a rising star among Support Heroes, plus she was exotic and beautiful. Popcorn on the other hand...

Popcorn’s just Popcorn.

Hideki didn’t say any of that out loud, of course. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed she was into action movies.”

“She’s not, but she’s really into me.” Popcorn waggled his eyebrows, which nearly made Hideki spit out his food. “I suggested it, and there was no way she could say ‘no’.”

“Yeah, whatever, Casanova.” Hideki half-laughed, half-choked. “Okay, sure, you can close up. But, please, refrain from doing anything sexual in the shop, okay? That’s a permanent rule, by the way. ‘NO SEX IN THE SHOP. EVER’.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

Hideki shook his head and laughed some more. “Dude, quit it! I’m trying to finish these yummy noodles, and you’re forcing me to think of you and Seer together. You’re making me sick!”

“You mean I’m making you jealous, ‘cause you’ll never have a girlfriend as hot as mine.” Popcorn jabbed his plastic fork in Hideki's direction, accusingly.

Before the two could joke around some more, the police scanner on a shelf above Hideki’s head flipped on. Hideki and Popcorn immediately stopped what they were doing so they could hear a male dispatcher talk about trouble in Central Park.

“Central Park again?” Hideki said as he hopped off the stool. Before he took a step, he helped himself to one last, big bite of pad see ew.

“Good thing I was going to close up, anyway.” Popcorn waved goodbye, then casually resumed eating.

Because his mouth was full of noodles, Hideki waved his thanks rather than saying it as he dashed to the back and up the stairs that lead up to his apartment. A few minutes later, a fully-suited Machine Head climbed onto his fire escape and aimed one of his gauntlet-mounted grappling guns at the building next door.

As the pulley in his gauntlet reeled him toward the rooftops, he couldn’t help but think of Moonrise. Maybe I’ll be lucky and see her again.

*****

The scene at Central Park’s Conservatory Garden was weird and troubling, to say the least. Across the grounds, women of all shapes and sizes either wandered around aimlessly, or were caught in vines or roots that had sprouted out of the earth to wrap around their arms and legs. Many of them, moaning like the zombies from Return of the Living Dead, asked different variations of the same, basic question:

“Where is he?!”

“How do I find him?!”

“Why did he leave me?!”

“Help me find him! Please!”

An eerie, green mist hung in the air. Heroes and emergency responders - almost all of whom were wearing masks - braved the green mist to help the victims. Blade Dancer was there, using her sword-arms to cut women free from vines and roots. Mind Grip was there, too, using her telekinesis to lift groups of victims out of the mist-covered garden and toward waiting ambulances. Running through the mist was Bison Max, who didn’t appear to be affected by the gas even though he wore no mask. He scooped multiple victims into his giant arms and ran them to safety.

From atop a branch in a tall, nearby tree, Machine Head observed the scene. He had seen something like this once before, but on a much smaller scale. Specifically, he had seen a green gas that made women behave like this - confused and desperate to please a Villain whose body produced the mind-altering gas.

“The Naturalist,” Machine Head grumbled to himself, clenching a fist in front of his face when he said it.

He scanned the area, making liberal use of the telescope feature of his visor, but his target was nowhere to be seen. Machine Head was convinced that the Villain was no longer in the Conservatory Garden, because he would have stuck out like a sore thumb if he were there.

Machine Head couldn’t help but remember how ridiculous the Naturalist looked. The two of them had clashed before in a couple of encounters, and the Naturalist was almost completely naked both times. The only thing he wore was a fig leaf that covered his junk. To Machine Head, he looked like a cross between Adam from Adam & Eve and a long-haired model from a shampoo commercial. He was basically Metroxexual Adam.

In addition to his nudity, the Naturalist’s preferred mode of transportation also made him easy to spot. He liked to be carried by huge, living vines or tree branches under the control of his Quirk. If a naked dude riding a tree was there in the Conservatory Garden, everybody would have seen him.

So where the hell is he?

Machine Head switched his visor to chemical scan mode. Immediately, the computer in his helmet identified the green mist as pheromones. Soon after that, he saw a thin trail of the same pheromones leading away from the garden and deeper inside Central Park.

Got you! Machine Head fired a grapple at a distant tree and swung after the trail.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

At first, she thought she’d imagined it.

Then, as she took another step forward, she felt it - the barely perceptible feeling that the earth was moving beneath her feet. She glanced down. A vine curled sensuously under her foot, slipping past her instep, winding its way through the dirt. She supposed such a thing could be considered strange, maybe - but in this world full of people with all kinds of Quirks, for all she knew, it was another hero.

She went with her first instinct, and kept plodding ahead. As she moved deeper into the manmade forest, the quality of the air changed. Somehow, the air in central Park always had the smell of deep green places, of dirt and concrete and trees - a far cry from the heavy, humid exhaust filled air of the city. She took in a deep breath, allowing the coolness of the air to soothe her pounding heart. Somehow, the air seemed sweeter, the further she moved into the woods.

Oh, that smells wonderful…

She closed her eyes, pausing in her steps. Taking in another breath, the air turned from the soothing scent of greenery to something sweeter, almost…like…she could taste it.

“Well, well, well…” purred a sonorous voice. She quickly opened her eyes, and took a fighting stance.

She tried to convince herself that it was more solid than it felt.

“Aren’t we a beauty…” The trees, the shrubbery…they parted, almost bowing, as a pale figure undulated towards her. He was nearly nude, save for a fig leaf covering his pubic area. It wasn’t enough to hide the traces of a deep green trail of hair from under his navel, snaking below the dip of his hips. Despite his pale, ethereal beauty, something about him didn’t sit right with her, like the flickering of a seashell from deep beneath the waves. A slight nagging at the base of her skull, even though the waves of that sweetness threatened to bury it all.

“Who…who are you?” Her tongue was thick in her mouth, and she knew it wasn’t the booze.

My body…it’s so warm…

The warmth curled in the pit of her stomach, issued through her veins. It wasn’t unpleasant - no, if anything, it was lulling, soothing. It made her want to close her eyes, to lean in and give into it.

“I’m all around you,” he shifted on the carpet of vines he was standing on. “This green world, this bubble of the planet, this is all me…” he lifted his arms, and the vines twined sensuously around them. “I am the child of the Green, the breath of the planet. I am the Naturalist.”

She blinked, slowly, trying to register what he was saying. She couldn’t deny the warmth that was still brewing within her, a pot put on a low heat. She shook her head, struggling to clear it. Was it just her, or was the air growing sweeter?

“My, you put up a fight…” He still kept his distance, watching her out of leaf green eyes that were unnaturally bright in the dusk. “But calm down. I mean you no harm… Tell me, lovely, what is your name…?”

Name…my name…

Silver shot through her, and she exhaled, the sweetness leaving her. “I am Moonrise, warrior of mystery and love!” Her fighting stance solidified, and she held her hands up.

He’s a living being. I can’t kill him. I have to subdue.

The Naturalist’s thin lips curved up in a slice of a smile. “ ‘Moonrise’, hm? You’re as lovely as your name. Wouldn’t it be nicer…to be friends?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I believe in second chances, yes. If you want to do the right thing…stop all of this…” She waved at the movement of the trees, the faint green mist that blanketed them. “…There’s reports about a disturbance here in the park. If it’s your doing, you should stop. I won’t fight you, if you stop.”

Silence between the two of them, as he considered her words with a mild furrowing of moss brown brows. Then, he laughed, high and as a clear as a bell. Perhaps it was her imagination, but it seemed that his ears, long and delicately pointed, twitched with his laughter.

“How charming! Yes, yes, Moonrise - I do like you. And do you know what I do to those I favor?”

She was so focused on him that she failed to realize that the vines that she’d watched pass beneath her feet were now static, waiting.

“I show them a wonderful pleasure. And if they please me, I keep them.”

The vines snapped around her ankles, and before she could even yelp, she was yanked off of her feet, and hauled high into the air, hanging upside down. Struggling in the grip of the vines, she started to gather warmth in her hands.

“Cresent…”

“Ah, ah ah,” and a vine snapped across her mouth, effectively gagging her. “No nasty use of your Quirk. We’re talking. We’re having a pleasant conversation…” The vines shifted, turning her right side up. Another set of vines twined about her wrists, and gently tugged them apart. She was now held spread eagle, a vine still coiled about her mouth as the dense greenery that the Naturalist was standing on shifted, lifting him up higher. Now, face to face, he leaned forward, and trailed a hand down her cheek.

“You are truly lovely, my moonflower…Now, if we’re going to have a conversation, you’re going to need to talk. If I remove my vine, will you promise not to attack me? I do hope you’re a woman of your word. I would hate to have to drop you from such a height. The human body is so terribly fragile…”

Moonrise’s eyes darted to the side of the Naturalist’s face. True to his word, he had suspended her several feet above the ground. It wouldn’t be enough to kill her, but it would be more than enough to severely hurt her, put her in the hospital for months. There would be no true recovery from this fall.

She closed her eyes in resignation, and nodded, before opening them again to glare at him.

“I knew you were a sensible woman. And such fire!” The vine slipped from her mouth, trailing slowly across her lips. “Not only have you resisted my fragrance, you still present me with a challenge. You are different from all of the other flowers I’ve collected….Truly, you make me want to put down roots…” The vine slipped around her lips, tracing the shape of them, before moving to caress her cheek tenderly.

Moonrise swallowed, using her anger to keep her grounded. “You…you keep saying flowers - you mean other women?”

“Of course. Women are flowers - I never keep them for too long. Flowers are beautiful because their lifespans are so short…Their beauty so fleeting. But you,” He slipped closer, his lips close to hers, his breath smelling of balsam and fir. “You, a beautiful hero, a moonflower…you can only become more beautiful…”

Moonrise found the energy to smirk.

“I dunno about that - I’ve got a black thumb.”

The Naturalist laughed again. Moonrise was close enough this time to know for sure that his ears indeed twitched in his amusement.

“You are charming. I’m so glad we were able to meet…” His mouth bumped against hers, clumsy, before finding their seating firmly against her lips.

The Naturalist jerked back, his eyes narrowed. Pressed a thin hand to his now bleeding lip.

Moonrise simply smiled at him, her lips colored emerald with his blood.

“Naughty girl,” The Naturalist panted, tenderly pressing the corner of his lip with his tongue. “Naughty girls need to be punished.” He smiled, and the vines shifted again, yanking her around to turn her back to him. “I think a spanking should suffice…”

“Do your worst,” Moonrise snarled - the sound ending on a high yelp as a vine slapped across the backs of her thighs, the plump curves of her rear. It wasn’t enough force to truly hurt or leave lasting damage - but it was enough to sting.

“I’m truly being kind,” murmured The Naturalist, watching the continued impact of his vines. “I could use rose thorns, or stinging nettles…”

A sensation change, and Moonrise stiffened. The fabric of suit, thin as it was, was giving way under the repeated lashings of the vine. She could only blush as she felt the fabric give way completely, exposing her rear.

“My!” chirruped The Naturalist, “You certainly are a bold girl. In such a revealing outfit, and not even panties beneath it…”

Unable to look behind her, still held aloft by the vines, Moonrise tensed as she felt the cool fingers and palms against her rear. The Naturalist’s hands seemed to be content with running lightly over the curves of her ass, never dipping between her legs, not ripping at her suit further. “And here…” A finger lightly ghosted over the juncture of her thighs, “the most beautiful bloom of them all…”

 

[BewareTheDream]

What Machine Head saw was both a nightmare and a dream.

There was Moonrise - the woman to whom he felt an irresistible attraction - in the viney clutches of his arch nemesis, the Naturalist! One look at what was happening hurled him into a maelstrom of emotion.

He was enraged that someone he couldn’t stop thinking about was in such a compromising position. At the same time, when he zoomed in on Moonrise’s juicy ass getting spanked by vines, he couldn’t help but feel turned on. Much to his surprise and discomfort, he felt a raging erection start to build. Adjusting his crouched position on a tree branch, he tried to ignore it, but the size and stiffness of his arousal combined with his constraining body armor made that impossible. It quickly went beyond uncomfortable and became more than a little painful in there.

Machine Head didn’t know what to do. The Heroic part of him wanted to rush in and help, straight away. Actually, what he needed to do was find a machine to merge with, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight the Naturalist effectively in his normal form.

However, the part that was swelling within his super suit demanded he stay still and watch for just a little bit longer. It was such a perverted part of him that wanted to see the woman of his dreams get molested by a naked weirdo and his plants.

Machine Head was paralyzed by momentary indecision while these two conflicting parts of him struggled for control. In a way, the perverted side won, because in his paralysis he continued to watch Moonrise get spanked. From his vantage point, he had a clear view of the front of her body, so he couldn’t see her plump ass get bared by the whipping vines. Oh, how he wished he could see it, though. As he listened to the sound of the vines smacking her flesh, he imagined how it jiggled with each impact.

His arousal got mixed with shame when he saw the Naturalist’s fingers creep closer to Moonrise’s pussy, but he still didn't act. The noble side of him screamed for him to do something, but the perverted side convinced him to watch just a little bit longer. Of course he would intervene! He just wanted to see a little bit more of her...

It was during those extra few seconds of treetop voyeurism when Moonrise looked up, and the two Heroes made eye contact. Machine Head’s shame flared anew. Gesturing to her, wildly, he tried to tell her to remain calm and that he would help her soon. He didn’t know how to tell her that with just hand gestures, though, so he just sort of flailed his hands at her.

Thankfully, the Naturalist hadn’t spotted him yet, because Moonrise’s body was far too effective a distraction.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

It was so much easier to let her head hang low, to focus on the ground beneath her. Easier that way to ignore the flare of heat in her stomach that rolled deeper, snuck lower, made her cheeks flush.

A flicker of something shiny; metallic. She glanced up.

Oh…

I can’t believe he’s seeing me like this…!

Her face flushed deeper, and, much to her dismay, the fire in her belly flared, and she couldn’t stop a soft moan from slipping past her lips.

I can’t believe he’s watching me being spanked…it’s so shameful…

“Oh…?” The Naturalist purred, the vines stilling across her rear. Rather than pulling away, they began to caress the reddened skin, gently pushing past the ripped fabric of her suit. “My, my. Isn’t this interesting…?”

He leaned forward, his lips chill against the side of her neck. He closed his eyes, and took a deep, experimental sniff. He started; a small shudder ran through him. He pressed even closer, his body pressing firmly against hers from behind. Moonrise didn’t dare move; too embarrassed by the hot betrayal of her body, and the thin sliver of logic that reminded her that if she upset this green sadist, he could easily drop her.

“The Moonflower blossoms…” he purred, pressing his lips to the side of her throat. Lips, then the soft scrape of teeth, the warmth of his tongue. “You little minx. I suspect that my punishment wasn’t much of one at all.”

Through the haze of rich pleasure that was clouding her eyes, that shrieked at her to just let go, to stop fighting, who cares if Machine Head was there, wouldn’t it be nice to show him this, to show him how dirty she was…she gritted her teeth, jerking her head upwards.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she hissed.

“These lips lie,” vines traced the full bow of her mouth, lingering under her bottom lip, “But these don’t.” The cool press of his fingers to the plump lips of her cunt, running over them lovingly. His fingers parted, forming a v, as he continued to stroke, fondling her flesh and the silver hair tenderly.

“You are truly lovely,” he sighed, his lips moving up to the shell of her ear. “I had other plans for this evening, but alas, you have proven to be more than a welcome distraction. If you’ll permit me…”

Before she could respond, his hands snaked to her sides. Stilled at her waist, before trailing down to her thighs, grasping the flesh, not too unkindly, before moving his hands back up her hips, her waist, to the sides of her breasts. He cupped them from the side, not moving his hands further, seeming to be content just to feel their weight within his hands.

“They say more than a handful is wasted,” he mused, his voice soft in her ear, “But I don’t think that saying takes into account such breasts as these.” He squeezed; softly. Her breasts filled his narrow hands to overflowing. He reached further in, his fingers ghosting across the firm points of her nipples.

“Mmm…” he breathed, his hands moving to take a nipple between his pointer finger and his thumb. Moonrise stiffened, tried to pull her legs closed. The vines held them apart, hardly giving as she struggled anew against them.

“Stop. No one’s here. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know you want it. I can feel it. Your body is speaking to me. Whispering the things that you can’t. It’s okay,” he cooed, gently biting her earlobe. “It’s okay. You can give it to me. There’s no shame in this. This,” he pulled at her nipples, eliciting a moan from her, “this is beautiful. You are beautiful.”

His fingers tightened over her nipples, rolling them between them. Pinched them, as she writhed.

“Let’s see…” He grasped the edges of her top, and in one swift motion, ripped it open. Her breasts, no longer restrained by the fabric, sprang free with a slight bounce. Too far gone under the ministrations of his fingers, she could do little more than gasp.

“Isn’t that better…?” He sighed against her neck, caressing her fully exposed breasts. Moonrise’s eyes shut, then, forcing them open, she kept her focus on where she’d last seen Machine Head. It didn’t cross her mind that he was just watching; that he could save her. No - the only thing that she could think of was -

He’s watching me. He’s watching this man do this dirty things to me.

And the utter confusion of how, no, why, was it so arousing to her? The more she thought about him watching her, her breasts exposed, her cunt exposed, the more she thought that she would cum with little provocation from The Naturalist. Then, for a brief moment, she had to almost chuckle to herself - would she have known, felt these things, if The Naturalist hadn’t done what he was doing now? Was The Naturalist truly a villain, or just misunderstood?

A shift in The Naturalist’s posture, as he pressed harder against her from behind. He kept one hand on her breast, the other hand moving to slip between her legs. Stroking the swollen lips of her sex, he passed his hand over once, twice, then, slipped his middle finger in the damp slit.

She moaned, loudly, feeling her face grow warmer, and as her senes started to return to her, she realized that she’d hissed “Yessss…” out loud. He’d been teasing her all this time, her body had been aching for him to just finally get it over with, to touch her the way she needed to be touched but was too shy to say. And he got that! He understood!

She couldn’t see him smiling, but there was something in the way he shifted behind her that made it clear to her that he was. The finger slipped back and forth, reveling in how wet she was. He coated his finger liberally in her, and then, without a warning, gently pushed it within her.

Crying out now, she felt her body tremble to the point that she was nearly convulsing within the vines. It wasn’t enough. It was so close. She was so close. If he’d just stop teasing her!

“Oh? Not enough..?” He was moving his finger lazily inside of her, aimlessly, as if memorizing how she felt. “I won’t know how much you need until you tell me.” His thumb ghosted over her clit, and she jerked. “I think you’re a stubborn one. You won’t tell me how good I’m making you feel, even though I know I am. Maybe you need some help.”

To the left of her face, a vine wrapped round her wrist shuddered, shifted, and produced a fist sized bud. It trembled, before parting into a deep red blossom, similar to a camellia. The depths of the flower was deep orange, melting into a yellow core - and released a cloud of yellow pollen into her face.

She sneezed, shook her head, and…

Oh god, I’m on fire…! Her eyes, normally reflective of the dusky sky, were glazed over with a sheen of gold, her brows knitting as her expression went slack with pleasure.

“Touch me more,” she moaned, helplessly, “Please, please…” She was begging, without caring how it sounded, who heard it, how she looked. “I need more…”

“Better,” hummed The Naturalist. “Such a good girl; asking so nicely. Here…” A second finger joined the first, and she nearly cried in relief.

“So good,” she panted, open mouthed, her body, even within the constraints of the vines, rocking eagerly onto his fingers. He obliged her, gently pumping his fingers in and out of her, with each withdrawal, they grew shiner from her. She was dripping now, her fluids running down his fingers, down his hands, her thighs.

“Let me hear it.” He twisted his fingers inside of her, eliciting a long gasp from her, his hand, still on her breast, pinching her nipple firmly. “Let go.”

 

[BewareTheDream]

What Machine Head felt at that moment confused the hell out of him. The Naturalist was his hated nemesis, and he was doing such wicked things to Moonrise, the woman of his dreams. Witnessing this should have caused his rage to erupt into a towering inferno, but the anger he felt was nothing but a flickering flame struggling to survive in the breeze. That pathetic, little flame was overpowered by a different fire - a fire he saw in the nearly naked Moonrise as she got touched by a nearly naked Villain.

It got hot inside of his hi-tech armor. Doing his best to ignore how sweaty he was getting under there, Machine Head willed his visor to zoom in on Moonrise’s face. He didn’t know if it was his imagination or not, but she appeared to be enjoying it. The expressions that played across her lovely face were not expressions of rage or despair, but of pleasure and erotic abandon. He felt a pang of jealousy at that realization, but like his anger, it got shoved way back by his desire to keep watching.

While occasionally adjusting the zoom level of his tech-enhanced sight, he stared at different parts of Moonrise’s magnificent body. He stared at her lips and marveled at how her moans shaped them. He couldn’t help but remember how they tasted.

When her top got ripped off, freeing her breasts, he grunted into a sigh. Of course he zoomed right in on her gorgeous bosom. He had seen them before, when they first met, but not like this. That first time was merely a quick glimpse, but now he could take his time admiring how they jiggled, and how they more than filled the Naturalist’s long, feminine hands. Machine Head’s cock swelled, painfully, and he wished it was him with his hands on her breasts. He knew his palms couldn’t fully contain them, either.

Looking down, he saw the plumpness of her pretty pussy, the silver of her bush, and the hint of cream on the insides of her thighs. Oh, how he wished he could eat her out. As sweet as her kiss was, something deep down told him that the lips between her legs were even sweeter. He swallowed and his dick bulged even more.

Watching wasn’t good enough, he soon realized. The audio devices inside of his helmet were capable of picking up whispers from over 100 meters away, so why the hell wasn’t he using them? Turning those devices up and aiming them at Moonrise, he began to hear the sounds of her pleasure so clearly. It was like he was right there with her, rather than hiding in a tree dozens of meters away.

He heard her hiss out a ‘Yes’ in response to the Naturalist inserting a finger inside of her cunt. Again, his anger and jealousy flared. Again, his Hero instincts told him what he was doing was so wrong. But if it was wrong, why did it feel so good? And why did Moonrise look and sound like she was really into it? If this was truly bad, Moonrise would give a sign - any sign - that she wanted to be rescued.

Yeah, I’ll just watch until she gives me a sign. She knows I’m here. She’ll show me what she wants me to do…

Machine Head zoomed in on Moonrise’s pussy once again to observe how she got fingered by his elf-like nemesis. Seeing her shudder and squirm made him squirm, too. Hearing her cry out made him wish he could cause her to make such sensual sounds. Seeing the juices dribble down the inside of her legs nearly made him cream his pants.

When a newly-grown vine flower puffed pollen into her face, that almost convinced Machine Head it was finally time for action. He knew what the pollen was capable of. But then Moonrise began to beg for more. Even though her pleas were not meant for him, he pretended as though they were. They paralyzed him, and they made him want to listen more.

It was becoming too much. There was too much pressure building between his legs. Something had to be done about that.

Machine Head glanced around, as well as up and down. This part of Central Park appeared to be empty, and there were no police or news helicopters in the sky. Once he was sure there were no lookie-loos - other than him - he willed his super suit into morphing. The protective material around his lap pulled back to reveal the boxer briefs he wore beneath, as well as the huge bulge that made the front of his underwear stick out, obscenely. He sighed in relief, but that wasn’t enough.

Fingers fumbled at his crotch for a few moments until he freed his cock of its restraints. Long, thick, and trembling, the tip of it glistened with so much pre-cum it almost looked like he had already ejaculated. He hadn’t yet, of course. If he had, he wouldn’t have been so desperate for relief.

Machine Head jacked himself off while watching Moonrise pump herself upon a Villain’s fingers. Whatever concern he felt about how wrong this was was suppressed by his need to cum.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Grinding wasn't enough. His fingers, as splendid as they were, weren’t quite enough.

“More, " she managed to pant, gyrating her hips on The Naturalist’s slim fingers, her thighs flexing against her restraints. “I need it..” She was whining, The Naturalist’s thumb occasionally flicking at her clit enough to drive her mad, make her vision flare with rainbow spots, even with her eyes open. “I’m so close…”

“Oh, I know it.” He withdrew his fingers, much to her lament - and she let him know it with a long, drawn out cry that sounded like she was about to cry. As he pulled his fingers free from her, they glistened, connected to her body by long strands of her cream. “But then again, so does he.”

The Naturalist, grinning, looked up into the distance. “I may not be able to see you, Machine Head, but I can smell you.” He lifted his damp fingers to his mouth, licking one clean with long swipes of his tongue. The pheromones that allowed him to control women, to gauge their own arousal, also allowed him to pick up on the arousal of others. The moment Machine Head had released his cock, his precum had given him away.

“Here, dearest.” He held his other finger, still shining with her, in front of Moonrise’s mouth. Without a second thought, she lunged forward, eagerly lapping at the offered digit. Her tongue traced long swathes up the sides, before her lips closed over the tip of him. Her eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy, a low moan rumbling through her throat. The Naturalist smiled at her, as doting as a father with their child. Letting go of her breast, he stroked the long coils of her hair back from her face, letting his finger slip in and out of her mouth.

“Such a good girl.” The Naturalist pressed his fingers against her lower lip, before rubbing his thumb across it. As he coiled his fingers in her hair, the other hand slipped between her breasts, running along the gentle curve of her stomach to rest above her silver bush. He playfully mussed it, before giving it a soft tug. She whined, and he chuckled, kissing the side of her neck. Soon enough, though, his fingers slipped lower and he cupped her sex.

“So hot! My goodness….Wouldn’t you like to feel for yourself, Machine Head?” Three fingers now slipped inside of Moonrise, and her body arched with a high, keening whine. “Oh, look at you…look at how well she takes it.” The Naturalist lifted his head from the side of Moonrise’s neck, his hand still tangled in the voluminous silver loops of hair. They’d become mussed from her suspension, from his administrations, and were coming undone, cascading across her face and sticking to her sweat skin. She was shifting atop of his fingers, whining as he stretched her wider than before. With a thoughtful hum, The Naturalist’s eyes flickered with a green light - and the vines holding Moonrise’s legs open moved. Rather than a “X”, the vines shifted so that they cradled her, allowing her to “lay down” - her ankles above her shoulders. Positioned like this, her cunt was on full display, dripping and stretched with The Naturalist’s fingers as he worked them in and out.

“If you come out, Machine Head, I’ll fix it so that you can cum inside her…”

 

[BewareTheDream]

Oh no! He knows!

Just like that, Machine Head snapped out of the perverted spell he’d been under. With his heart now filled with overdue shame and guilt, he clumsily tucked his swollen, glistening cock back into his underwear and willed his hi-tech suit to close the hole at his crotch. He was in such a hurry, and he was so distracted by his shame that the shifting, morphing material clipped his dick as it sealed shut. The resulting pain was like getting his dick stuck in a zipper, but worse.

Ow! Fuck!

Physical pain mixed with the ugly emotions roiling within him, and together they forced Machine Head to think clearly and rapidly for the first time since he arrived at the scene.

That motherFUCKER knows I was jerking off. He knows that I want Moonrise. Of course I want her; how can I not?

He knows how to make her cream and scream. His fingers are STILL inside of her! I should rip them off and shove them down his throat!

Now he’s trying to use her to trap me?! He fucking DARES?!

The pain, the humiliation, the jealousy, all of it churned together, becoming fuel for another, far more dangerous emotion - pure, primal rage.

“You want me to come out, you sylvan shitbag?” Machine Head whispered through gritted teeth a moment before he leaped off the branch he had nearly ejaculated on. He fired both of his gauntlet grapples, one at the top of the tree he had been in, and the other at the top of the tree beside it. “Okay, I’m here I come!”

Down and down he fell. Before he crashed to the ground, he mentally commanded the hidden winches to reel him back up as fast as they could. Blue electricity licked up his limbs as he shot back up, feeling as though his arms were about to get torn from their sockets. Timing things just right, he detached the grappling hooks and was sent soaring between the trees like a stone getting launched from a slingshot.

Flying directly at Moonrise and the Naturalist, Machine Head aimed his right gauntlet at the Villain. His gauntlets didn’t just shoot grappling hooks; they could also fire non-lethal weapons.

“EAT ONE MILLION VOLTS, JERK-ASS!!!” The chrome-covered Hero fired a small ball at his nemesis. The ball burst in mid-air, revealing four needle-like probes connected to each other by wires. The quartet of probes spread out and embedded themselves in the Naturalist’s naked torso - two in his pecs, and two in his abdomen.

“What…?” The Villain, who had slipped his fingers out of Moonrise's moist snatch when he saw Machine Head flying at him, glanced down at the metal sticking out of his skin. An instant later, the million volts that were promised coursed through him. “Hrrrrgggh!!!” Incapacitated, he toppled off of his carpet of green and crashed to the earth.

At the same time, Machine Head crashed into Moonrise. The collision was violent enough to snap all of the vines that held her in such a lurid position, but he did his best to take her into his arms without hurting her too much. Together, the two Heroes hurtled through the air for several seconds before gravity pulled them back down toward the trees.

“I’ve got you!” he grunted into her ear. Holding her naked body against his with one, strong arm, he took aim at a thick-looking branch with his other arm and then fired a grappling hook. “Hold on tight!”

The grapple hit home, the cord snapped taut, and once again he felt like his arm was almost yanked from its socket. “Ungh!” They swung once before the branch snapped, sending them crashing to the ground. Machine Head used his body to shield her from the impact. “Ooof!” Dirt, twigs, and dead leaves flew up as the two of them rolled on the ground until, finally, they landed in a heap of tangled limbs.

Both were spared any injury. Machine Head took the brunt of the impact, much of which got absorbed by his armor. It still hurt like hell, though. Dazed and gasping for breath, it took him a little while before he gathered enough of his wits to speak.

“Are you all right?” He changed the shape of his helmet so that the lower half of his face was exposed. It made it easier to breathe. Not only that, but subconsciously he hoped that he and Moonrise could kiss again.

The bulge concealed by his suit reminded him that he wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. He wanted her more than anything.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Somewhere, she thought she heard Machine Head yelling. It was so hard to tell over the roar of blood in her ears, through her hazy vision. Her body was singing, trembling as each touch from The Naturalist brought her that much closer to orgasm. She was so close; if he just pumped her harder -

She didn’t have time to cry out before she was falling - a fall that was cut abruptly short. From the cool green of The Naturalist, she was in the arms of cold metallic armor - Machine Head himself. For a split second, her eyes focused, cleared - before her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs about his waist. His armor was deliciously cool against the heat of her body, and without being fully conscious of it, she ground herself against him, smearing her fluids across the pristine surface. It would only last a second before they were tumbling across the ground, the brunt of the impact captured by him.

Still, it hadn’t been enough to jar her loose from him. As he spoke, she opened her tightly squeezed shut eyes. The dusk of her eyes was covered by a thin rippling of gold; still under the influence of the pollen.

“Machine Head…?” It was a careful question; more to reassure herself than to confirm it was really him. Of course it was him. She’d seen him in the trees. And though they didn’t keep eye contact, she knew that he had been watching.

The heat in her stomach that had been marginally derailed by their fall was stoked to blazing again. Before he could answer her, she pressed her lips hard to his, desperate. Without waiting for his response, her mouth opened against his, and she plunged her tongue deep into the recesses of his mouth. Using her weight, she knocked him back onto the ground, not once breaking the kiss. Her hair, completely loose from the fall, fell in long tangles around her partially nude body, leaves and twigs caught up in the silver spill.

When she surfaced for a breath, she panted, hard and hot against his mouth, “Fuck me. Please. I need it,” it was a high whine, a plea as she rubbed her body against his. The coolness of his armor, far from feeling good anymore, was now a reminder of all that stood between their bodies. Her ass and cunt were exposed from the earlier spanking, and her breasts hung free from the edges of her suit, but the rest of her body was covered - her gloves were still on, as were her boots.

“Fuck me, Machine Head. Please. Please,” she looked down at him, and her eyes shone with unshed tears. “I’m so hot…Please…” She tugged ineffectually at the seams of his suit, desperate to get it off. Suddenly, switching tactics, she climbed off of him, and in front of him, stood with her legs wide open. Reaching between her legs, she opened up the lips of her cunt, showing him the deep pink, the silver hair dripping with her, the damp inner thighs. “Please…” Without so much as licking her fingers, she plunged two fingers of her right gloved hand into her, working them and and out of her body, using her left hand to rub at her clit. She was shivering now, her knees threatening to buckle.

“It’s not enough,” she moaned, through lust hazed eyes, “I need you. I dream about you. Machine Head, please. Please fuck me…I need you…” She bit her lower lip as a press of her fingers caused her to whine in pleasure. It was good, but it wasn’t him…

 

[BewareTheDream]

Machine Head’s hopes had become a reality - Moonrise kissed him! And the reality was wilder than anything he had imagined. Their first kisses were sweet, chaste, almost bashful. But the way that she mashed her mouth upon his and drove her tongue down his throat was something else entirely. He loved it.

Behind his visor, behind his closed eyelids, his eyes rolled up. A moan from deep in his diaphragm got drawn out by the hot sweetness of her lips and the desperation of her tongue. She tasted even better than the first time. Maybe it was the new, frantic passion that enhanced her flavor. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t tasted her tongue until now. The reason didn’t matter; what mattered was how delicious she was and how good she made him feel.

“Nnnnngh…!” She may have shoved him to the ground, but what she truly did was send him soaring to the clouds. His lips closed around her tongue so he could suck upon it. He kept sucking until he was out of breath. As he gasped for air, he wrapped his tongue around hers. Their tongues mated, simulating what their bodies would soon and inevitably do.

Moonrise ended their kiss far too quickly. Unable to move at that moment, Machine Head could only gasp and moan with the deep sadness evoked by the loss of her candy lips and tongue. It was his turn to whine while his tongue dangled outside of his mouth, reaching for hers.

He stopped whining once he saw Moonrise spread her pussy open and finger herself with both, gloved hands. Still stunned, he stared at what she was doing, memorizing how she slid two fingers in and out of her vibrant pink treasure. That wasn’t all he memorized - the entire sight was seared into his mind. The pinkness of her pussy; the cream that coated her dark thighs - there was so much cream!; the silver fur on her mound; the tears that clung to the corners of her eyes; the fact that all of her naughty parts were exposed because her super suit was ripped in all the right places; the sounds that she made.

Oh god, it was too much. She was too much.

Machine Head sprang off the ground and knelt in front of her, like a man preparing to worship a silver-haired goddess. At that same time, Moonrise confessed that she dreamed about him. He was already turned on so much he was liable to go crazy, but her confessions and her pleas turned him on even more. He couldn’t help but moan as he grabbed her thick, bouncy ass and pulled her body to his face.

The coolness and the unyielding hardness of his helmet touched her abdomen and the lower slopes of her breasts, while the warmth of his mouth pressed against her pussy. So hungry, so thirsty for her, he stretched out his tongue to lap up her cream. His tongue laved the petals of her sex, her slit, her clit, her busy fingers, and the inside of her thighs in a haphazard quest to savor another source of her sweetness. Those early tastings of her cunt were all it took to get him hooked for life.

He pressed his nose to her bush and inhaled deeply. Her scent was as intoxicating as her flavor. It made him shiver. Yes, indeed, he was hooked on her for life.

Completely out of control, Machine Head rubbed his helmet-covered face against the front of Moonrise’s exquisitely toned body. His visor rubbed against her sternum while the exposed lower portion of his face rubbed against her bush and her mound enough to get his mouth, cheeks, and chin covered by her cream.

While this occurred, and while Moonrise continued to beg him to fuck her, pieces of Machine Head’s super suit began to fall off. The shoulder and upper arm pieces dropped to the earth. The back plate fell, followed by the chest plate. The parts that covered his lower body didn’t have far to fall at all; they just peeled off and lay on the dirt. He let go of her ass in order to yank off both of his gauntlets. Once they were off, his bare palms slapped their way back to her cherished flesh. Within seconds, Machine Head was naked except for his helmet and his black boxer briefs.

Now that he was almost nude, Moonrise could see that Machine Head had a swimmer’s physique. He was long-limbed, lean, and nicely sculpted. There were deep grooves between the muscles of his shoulders, upper arms, legs, and abdomen. And when he began to push her backward, toward the nearest tree, she could tell he was strong. He didn’t have super strength like she did, but he certainly wasn’t a weakling, either.

“I dream of you too, Moonrise!” he confessed. “Ohhh, I can’t stop thinking about you. And now...you’re mine!”

Getting off his now dirty knees, he shoved her even harder until her back bumped against a tree trunk. He aimed a sucking kiss to her tummy, and then he proceeded to kiss, lick, and suck his way up the front of her body. Sometimes his mouth came into contact with her flesh; sometimes it touched the remains of her shredded super suit. But there was nothing at all covering her breasts, which he attacked, hungrily.

Practically growling, Machine Head nipped at the inner curve of her left breast. Each of his hands landed on the outer sides of her breasts. Pulling his helmeted head back, he stared at her boobs while he massaged them, jiggled them, and enjoyed their weight.

“Oh my god...I can’t believe how gorgeous you are. How sexy...” There was a silly smile on his face when he looked up at her face. “So cute, too!” That smile mostly disappeared when he started to tongue one of her nipples. The tip of his tongue slid round and round her areola, soaking it with his saliva. He used his tongue to flick at her tit, and then he closed his lips upon it to suck.

“Mmm!” Machine Head sucked on peak, hard. As he did, he continued to squeeze and grope both of her breasts. The tit that wasn’t getting sucked got pinched and pulled on, instead. After several seconds he popped his mouth off the one peak so he could deliver an indulgent, sucking kiss to the other one. His mouth and fingertips switched places. While he sucked, noisily, on one of her nipples and used his lips to pluck at it, he dragged the tip of his middle finger around the areola that his mouth had just left.

There was so much that he wanted to do to her. But it was her pleas, as well as the extreme pressure building at his crotch - the pressure that made the front of his boxer briefs tent obscenely - that convinced him that what he had to do was fuck her. They both needed to fuck each other so badly.

Machine Head yanked down his underwear and stepped out of them. His cock bounced a few times after it was released. In contrast to his body, which was long, lean, and light-skinned, his member was long, thick, and noticeably darker than the rest of his body. It was so veiny because of how much she turned him on, and the way it throbbed looked almost angry.

Machine Head pinned Moonrise to the tree with his body while his mouth collided with hers, once again. They shared breaths, swapped saliva, and twirled their tongues together. He gripped the base of his heavy cock and angled it upward. Guiding his cockhead to the heat between her thighs, he had to abruptly end their kiss and groan when the tip of him touched her soaked slit. It was such a tender touch, but it was electrifying. It was overwhelming. It made his entire body shudder.

“Holy moly, Moonrise! Whew…” Trying his best to stop shivering, to stay steady, he pushed the tip of his cock inside of her. Her entire body was so hot, and it was absolutely scorching within her sex. With each new inch he guided inside of her, the more his mind and body got rocked.

“Holy moly! Holy moly...holy moly…” Those words weren’t sexy, but he chanted them all the same while his pulsing pole pushed further and further into Moonrise’s cunt. He kept chanting until the pleasure became too intense to speak - it was like a hand that gripped his throat and nearly choked him. “Ack!”

Deeper and deeper he went until his sweaty balls touched the stickiness of her crotch. His entire cock was buried within her. Naked yet masked, he shuddered against her...against her and inside of her, too.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

A pleased sigh slipped from her as Machine Head knelt in front of her. She parted her legs wider, slipping her fingers from her cunt to run over his cheeks, his lips. Resting the damp fingers against his lower lip, with a small smile, she pushed them into his mouth, her body shivering as he sucked the fluid from her gloves eagerly. It didn’t last long before he was pressing his face into her – facilitated by her spreading her cunt lips wide to allow him as much access as he desired.

Dimly, she realized that she’d have bruises from where his helmet knocked into her thighs, but it didn’t matter. Shifting her weight, she moved to stand on one leg, draping the other over his shoulder. With the hand that wasn’t holding herself open, she pressed gently on the back of his helmet, forcing his questing lips and tongue deeper into her. She moaned, tossing her head back, and her hips bucked involuntarily into his mouth. As his tongue swiped across the sweet spot of her clit, she clutched the back of his helmet harder, and began to grind eagerly against his face, bucking her hips into his mouth.

“Fuck,” she hissed, the profanity leaving her as sweet as a kiss. “Right there, oh, God, Machine Head, right there…” Long smears of her marred the reflective surface of his helmet, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when he was finally here, when he was making her feel so good. If it wasn’t for the occasional bite he placed to her thighs, the soft pinch of his nails digging into her ass, she could’ve sworn it was one of the most erotic dreams she’d ever had. Here she was – grinding wantonly against the face of a, let’s face it, a complete stranger, her hero suit in tatters, and she didn’t care. All that mattered was her orgasm –

She cried out with loss as he pulled away from her. It almost didn’t matter that he was getting undressed; the sense of loss was so acute that she nearly collapsed. The burning was too much, fire lacing under her skin, threatening to consume her. Thankfully, before she was overwhelmed, before the tears that filled her eyes threatened to spill over, he was on her again – pushing her willingly against a tree. She hit the rough bark a little harder than intended, but oh, it didn’t matter, it was just the leverage that she needed His mouth found her breasts, and she eagerly gave them to him, shifting her hands to cup them when his hands did not, offering them to the swirl of his tongue and press of his lips. It was good, but fuck, not enough, not enough…

“Fuck me,” she pleaded again, the desperation clearer in her voice. “I need you inside me.”

Her arms snaked around his neck, and she lifted her left leg, wrapping it deftly around his waist. She didn’t bother to look at his cock; the time for looking and admiring had long since past. She needed it in her, needed him in her, needed to scream, to finally dispel this burning. His words were muted sound, and oh –

“Finally,” she sobbed, as his cock slipped across her soaked lips, poking, prodding – before slipping inside of her with ease. She leaned forward now, burying her face in the side of his neck, her nails biting into his shoulders as he continued to push inside of her. “So big,” she whined, the size of him stretching her past full, past her wildest imaginings of him. It was on the razor’s edge of pain, and god, so delicious because of it. He could feel her cunt flexing around him, struggling to accommodate him, even with as wet as she was. Her left leg tightened around his body, prepping her as she gave a little hop. The hop shifted her further up the tree; dull pain flared from her back. She knew she probably would have long scratches, but it didn’t matter. Now, higher up, a bit higher than he was tall, she wrapped her right leg around his waist as well, opening her up wider and allowing her to sink all the way down onto him as he pushed the last inch inside of her, his balls flush against her wet snatch.

“Oh, god,” she sobbed, biting where his neck met his shoulder. “So good… give it to me, Machine Head.”

Where were these words coming from? Distantly, she knew she’d never say something like this. Had never said anything like this in the past. Sure, she wasn’t a virgin, but this feeling…it was like being fucked for the first time, being fucked like she’d never had it before. “Make me scream,” she groaned against his neck, using the leverage of the tree to help lift herself off of his cock, just enough to jostle him within her, to let him know she needed more. “Fuck me,” and it was less of a plea and more of a command. “Fuck me and make me yours, Machine Head. Fuck me like I’ve always wanted you to.”

 

[BewareTheDream]

It was crazy, but Machine Head felt like his cock was bigger now than it had ever been before. Maybe it was his imagination; maybe all his senses had gone haywire because of how fuck-hungry he was. Or maybe it was true, and the extra growth, the extra stiffness was caused by Moonrise. He never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her. Hell, he’d never wanted to do anything more than to fuck her against this tree.

Whatever the reason, his erection felt huge. And when Moonrise cried about how big he was, his cock meat swelled even more, along with his ego. While her moist, hungry, pink flesh gripped every single inch of him, he knew he was in for a life-changing fuck.

“You’re so tight, Moonrise! So hot! You’re burning me up! OHHH!” His last outcry was especially loud because she bit him at the same time that her pussy clamped down on him like a meat vice. The sensation combination was sublime.

Everything about her was sublime.

The sensory overload wiped his brain clean. At that moment, the only things he could clearly experience and the only things he cared about were Moonrise-related. Nothing else mattered, like the fact they were fucking in the middle of Central Park when there was still some daylight left. At any moment, someone with a camera phone could follow their moans, find them, record him plowing her, and post it all over the internet. He didn’t care.

He also didn’t care about how they had left a rapey Villain back there somewhere, instead of restraining him and hauling him off to the cops. His need to fill her with his cum superseded his Heroic responsibilities for now, especially since she kept begging him to fuck her.

Oh god, her dirty talk was so sexy! She pleaded with him to fuck her and to make her his, so how could he possibly refuse?

Panting and practically drooling, Machine Head gripped Moonrise by her sides and got ready to really, truly fuck her. To deliver upon her wishes. His fingers dug into her flesh, his palms pushed against her ribs, and the sides of his thumbs rubbed against the bottom slopes of her boobs. Both of them were covered in sweat, so everywhere they touched felt wet, sticky, and oh so hot.

Machine Head drew himself out of her as far as the powerful, brown legs around his waist would allow. Then he slammed him meat into her. At the front of her body, his balls crashed against her flesh, his pubes rubbed against hers, and her juices got smeared all over both their crotches. At the back of her body, bark dug into her flesh.

“Is this what you want?!” The question came out as a raspy whisper. He withdrew and rammed himself into her, again and again, juices splashing with each collision. “Huh?! Hunngh! Do you like my cock, Moonrise?! Hunngh! Do you?!” Another thrust punctuated by grunts. And another. And another.

“Tell me how much you love it!” Machine Head had never done anything this filthy before, but it felt right. It felt good. So good, in fact, that he already felt his impending orgasm as a pressure between his cock and his ball sack that threatened to blow at any moment. She was making him cum so soon! He pounded her against the tree trunk, pounded her pussy harder and faster, which expedited his climax even more.

“Ungh! Ungh! Fuck!” Moonrise had bitten him earlier, so it felt right to bite her back. White teeth dug into one of her lovely shoulders as his moans rose in volume. He gnawed on her shoulder some before he swiped his lips up to her neck, which he nibbled and sucked. So desperate to taste her sweat and her skin, he licked her crescent moon choker by mistake, at first. After a slight adjustment and a growl of frustration, he tongued her precious, brown skin instead.

Inside of her, he continued to swell. The throbbing grew in intensity and frequency. The heat radiating from his veiny cock intensified, as well. “Ohh, I’m going to cum inside of you!” he warned her as he continued to pump, and as the squelching of their sexes grew wetter and more wicked.

“I’m gonna cum inssiiide!” Groaning, he knew there’d be no way to hold back what was coming, so he threw his helmeted head back and let go right away.

“MOOOON...AAH…..!” The sweet violence of his orgasm caused his throat to clench, and his scream got cut off almost immediately. As thick as he was before, he felt even thicker when the first, hot jets of cum blasted into Moonrise’s womb.

Moments before he had entered her, he predicted that she would make him cum harder than he thought possible. That prediction was just proven true. What she made him feel was impossibly good. Load after load after load of the Hero’s cream flooded into the other Hero’s cunt. She was filled beyond capacity with both his cock and his cum.

Shuddering, Machine Head bit her again, on the neck this time. While she felt the heat of his lips and the sting of his bite on her neck, she also felt his helmet against the side of her head. He had stopped thrusting when his dick first erupted, but that pause didn’t last long. As he screamed or licked or sucked on her neck, he resumed fucking her.

Something told him he would never be able to stop fucking her.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

There was nothing else but the feeling of him, thrusting in and out of her. Her ears caught the wet sound of their bodies, her nose was filled the musky odor of sweat and his body. Her tongue tasted of his mouth, from the sweat she could lap from his shoulders. She knew she was cutting long scratches into his back, feel how deep she was digging even through her gloves, but it didn’t matter. As long as he didn’t stop fucking her.

In this position, she was somewhat helpless in the sense that she couldn’t give as well as she wanted to. If she moved too much, she ran the risk of disengaging him, of knocking him loose, or worse, falling. She did what she could, rolling her hips into his with each hard thrust. The back of her head knocked against the tree, the rough bark snatching strands of her hair, yanking it out. Her teeth slammed together, narrowly missing the tip of her tongue. Her fingers grasped, slipping, against the back of his helmet as she tilted her head up, exposing her throat to him.

“Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hardly the dulcet tones of a heroine - but the deep, harsh cries of a woman let loose. “Fuck me, Machine Head, yes, god, I love your cock, it’s the best, the best…” She was rambling now, her words tumbling out against one another. Nothing she could say would even begin to accurately describe how good he was making her feel. Each press of his hips rubbed against her clit expertly, pushing her ever closer.

“This is all I’ve wanted since the office building,” she panted out, between gritted teeth. “All I’ve thought about, FUCK!” She practically shrieked as a particularly hard thrust slammed her back into the tree, “Fuck, I love it, I love it…”

Her voice cut out into a long wail as he bit into her shoulder, her walls tensing around him - but it wasn’t quite enough to push her over. As he growled that he was close, she clung tighter to him, feeling hot tears prick under her tightly shut eyelids. Not that it hurt - god, nothing like that - but she just felt so full, so complete -

“I feel it,” she cried out, as he came within her. “It’s so hot inside me…! Oh…Oh..!” She tightened around his still twitching cock as he came, feeling him ooze out around his cock, down her legs, “Fuck, fuck…Machine Head..!” She buried her teeth where his neck met his shoulder, hard enough to leave behind a clear mark - it was to muffle the nearly ear-piercing scream she let loose as she finally came, her world shattering, shaking, her vision going white.

But he wasn’t done.

Even though their combined fluids flowed down her thighs, across the firm skin of his balls, he was still driving into her, into her overly sensitive clit, but she couldn’t begin to form her mouth around the words to ask him to slow down, to stop, that he was rubbing her - oh, god, that he was pushing her, pushing her past -

She let out another, softer cry, close to a painful whimper as her body, against her will, clenched on him, and she came again. It was weaker, but more than she thought she was capable of. Behind her closed eyelids, her eyes flashed with a silver light, and she could barely find the strength to hold onto him. The light spread from her eyelids through her veins, spiderwebs of light dancing across her skin, into his. If he’d felt anything from the pollen, he’d now be able to think with a clear head -

As she now was.

Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked them languidly, once, twice. The faint gold was gone, replaced with her normal night sky irises and full moon pupils. Her lips, bruised from their eager kisses, parted, and she gently licked her lower lip.

Whatever effect the pollen may have had on her, it felt like it was out of her system now. Her senses were sharper - and duller, at the same time. Her skin no longer felt like it was on fire, and she felt like she could think clearly for the first time in a very long time. Like waking up from a deep dream. She was here, in the middle of Central Park, with Machine Head's cock buried up to his balls inside of her.

I….I can’t believe that happened….

She pulled her head back, trying to put a bit of distance between the two of them. His helmet was completely smudged with her fluids, with her handprints, with sweat. Her reflection stared back at her, distorted.

And, despite herself, she smiled.

I feel…

“I…uh…” she paused, sounding as if she was about to apologize. “Some…pollen,” she said, lamely, her fingers curling against the back of his neck. "You....you okay?"

She barely waited for a response.

Fuck it.

She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, a reflection of their first one. “…Do me again. From behind, this time.”

She grinned widely at him, her hair a tangled mess around her face, her eyes full of mischief.

 

[BewareTheDream]

Although he wanted to keep fucking her, Machine Head’s body nearly gave out on him. He gave her a few more rough yet slow pumps, and then one last grind within her pussy - one last rub against her clit - before exhaustion forced him to stop. Fighting for air, he felt his knees buckle. He had to lean against Moonrise, as well as lean against the tree behind her to stay upright.

It would have been nice if he had the same enhanced stamina in his natural form that he had when he was Machine Merged with something big and heavy-duty, but alas, that’s not how his Quirk worked.

He was so utterly exhausted, he didn’t realize that Moonrise had experienced another, softer orgasm right after the explosive one that blew both their worlds away. However, he definitely felt her cunt convulse when it happened. That last, vaginal squeeze milked one last, white burst out of his twitching shaft.

“Ugh!” A strangled grunt was the only sound he could make. He was completely covered in sweat thanks to the delicious heat they generated. If not for the anti-fog coating on his visor, it would’ve been completely fogged up, and he wouldn’t have been able to see a thing. Instead, he saw clearly - or at least as clearly as he could with some of Moonrise’s fluids smeared across the front of his helmet.

The funny thing was, it hadn’t occurred to him that she had been so passionate, so wanton because of the Naturalist’s pollen. Maybe it was because he wanted so very much to believe that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It also hadn’t occurred to him that the little bit of pollen that she had shoved down his throat when she first tongue-kissed him may have had an affect on him, too. The undeniable attraction he felt toward her was all in him, but the desire to fuck her out in the open like this was not like him at all.

She said something about pollen. “Huh?” She couldn’t see all of his face, so she didn’t see the quizzical look upon it. It took him a moment to understand what she meant.

Oh no! The Naturalist’s pollen! Did she only want to fuck me because of his Quirk?!

Panic and humiliation were about to set in, and his athletic, sweat-soaked body tensed. Thankfully, she dispelled his doubt with a sweet kiss and a dirty request. Immediately, he relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Inside of her, his drained cock swelled, indicating that he really liked the idea of fucking her from behind.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll happily oblige. Just...whew. I just need a few minutes. You wore me out!” Her wicked grin compelled him to grin back at her.

There was a yummy soreness throughout his body, especially low on his back, his thighs, his upper arms, and his abdomen. Gently, he reached for her legs, removed them from his waist, and eased her booted feet to the earth. With a dip of his hips, he removed his cock from her, and the mixture of their cum came pouring out of her lovely snatch.

He couldn’t help but stare at the mess sliding down her beautiful, brown thighs. Next, he couldn’t help but stare at her cunt.

“You’re so pretty there,” he whispered in awe. Looking up at her face, he added, “You’re so pretty, all over.”

The subtle jiggle of her breasts caught his attention next. Before he realized what he was doing, he cupped one of her breasts from underneath, squeezed it, and then planted kisses all over it. His mouth soon settled upon the peak for a lengthy series of wet licks and sucks. The more he sucked on her tit, the more his dick grew. It wouldn’t be long before he was ready to fuck her again.

Eventually, Machine Head gripped her hips and nudged her to turn around. “Face the tree,” he commanded with a whisper. Once she complied, he drew her lower body away from the trunk and kneeled behind her. The twigs and pebbles and poked or scraped at his bare knees weren’t noticed, for he was focused on her fine, shapely ass.

“Oooo…” His lips formed a little ‘O’. Moonrise could feel Machine Head’s breath against her crack, for his face was so close. He gripped her ass and proceeded to massage it. As he fondled, he stared at the back of her pussy, her crack, and her asshole.

“You really are pretty all over, Moonrise...” He absolutely had to have a taste. Without warning her, Machine Head stuck out his tongue, and then used it to tickle her crack. Seconds later, he started to tongue-tickle her asshole.

Every inch of her was lovely and delicious.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

He was so gentle with her as he helped her unhook her legs from about his waist that she blushed a little.

He was just balls deep in you, and NOW you want to blush? Smooth, girl. Smooth.

Still, she tried not to lean on him too much as they readjusted. As her feet made contact with the ground, she let out a soft sigh, leaning against the tree. Her legs trembled, struggling to adjust to her full weight on them. Her suit was wet, ripped in odd places, her breasts fully exposed. Her blush deepened as she realized how wanton she must have looked - a blush that only got hotter as she felt the warm rush of his cum spilling down her legs, and the subsequent thrill that tickled through her sex, up her spine, that he could see her this dirty. That he made her this dirty.

“Stop looking at me,” she whispered, somehow managing to find the words. “It’s…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, crossing her arms delicately over her bare chest. It was less of a reprimand; there was too much of a waver, too much uncertainty, in her voice for her to truly mean it. There was embarrassment, yes, maybe something even hinting at arousal. She wasn’t sure why she said it - she could barely register how she really felt. Thinking beyond wanting to feel him inside of her again was difficult, if not impossible.

Not that he listened, though. He’d complimented her, and she brought her eyes up to look at him, her mouth, still swollen from his kisses, falling open a bit in her surprise. Warmth billowed in her chest - bubbled through her throat, and she giggled. Pressing her hands to her cheeks, hoping that her gloves would help cool her face, she managed out, “Stop; you’re embarrassing me!” Though, this time, it was much clearer that she was pleased; embarrassed, still, but pleased. Then, teasingly, she had to add, “You think I’m pretty, Machine Head?” She smiled, looking all the world for a sweet magical girl, despite the sordid nature of her attire.

His answer, it would seem, came in the form of his mouth on her breasts. She sighed, tilting her head back, placing her hands on the back of his helmet. She wished, however, that she could run her fingers through his hair; touch the bare sides of his face, to see his eyes - to get lost in them. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to remove it - not when he had a secret identity. She was lucky with her Quirk; her changing forms, though her body remained the same (largely) came with enough of a change to her features that there would be no instant way of mistaking Serena Hawkes for Moonrise. But…

“I’d like to see you without your helmet one day,” she murmured, softly, as his tongue traced ornate loops around the hardened nub of her nipple. “I bet you have nice eyes…” The last left her in a long sigh as his teeth lightly closed over her nipple, and he tugged. He really did have a way with her breasts.

His hands shifted to her hips, and for a moment, she glanced down at them - pale and long against the smooth brown of her thighs. The edge of long reddened welts peeked round the corner of her ass, a combination of The Naturalist’s earlier spanking and of having her back up against the tree. She moved easily within his hands, turning her back towards him. The tightening of her cunt in anticipation was enough to take the sting of her scratched back off of her mind. As Machine Head got her into position, he could see her back clearly, marred with long red scratches, the top of her ass and the plump globes of her ass bearing the strangely even and methodical welts from her vine spanking. Still - she stuck out her ass with a bit of a playful wiggle, her palms flat against the tree.

His breath was warm against the folds of her wet sex, traces of his cum, thick and white, still clinging to her plump pussy lips, the silver of her pubic hair slicked into odd whorls and patterns. She resisted the urge to reach behind her to spread her lips wider, but instead, she merely shifted a little, her booted feet scuffing the ground.

She was prepared to feel his tongue plunge into her, maybe a kiss to the hot welts. What she wasn’t expecting was his tongue against the crack of her ass. She yelped, jerking forward, her eyes opening and widening at the sensation.

Oh…!

“Don’t do that; it’s dirty,” she pleaded, her knees knocking together a bit, “Don’t lick my asshole…!”

Sure; she’d had her ass pinched, cupped, slapped - but never licked. And the maelstrom of feelings it aroused in her were overwhelming. How could he do such a thing? Such a nasty thing! But was doing it - and god, it felt like he was enjoying doing it, his fingers tightening on her ass, gently spreading her, and she could feel his hot breath against the bottom of her cunt, and his tongue probing so gently at the puckered rosebud between her cheeks, and she was getting wetter, and she was embarrassed because she was getting wetter, starting to drip down his chin, and she wanted to close her legs and she wanted to open them more, and she wanted oh, she wanted to see how maybe his finger would feel in her ass, and then, oh, but what if he could fuck her there, in that filthy place, that would be even better, wouldn’t it?

She bit her lower lip, her head dropping down, as she pleaded again, “Don’t do that…” There was no resistance from her, not as she was subtly bucking her ass deeper into his mouth, as she could feel her clit throbbing with the desire to be touched, as she knew her cunt was screaming to be penetrated.

 

[BewareTheDream]

Machine Head would forever remember the sight of Moonrise cupping her cheeks and looking at him with sparkling eyes. He would always remember the music of her giggles, too, and how pleased she was that he called her pretty. Of course she was pretty - she was prettier than he thought pretty could be. And in that moment, he knew he would do anything to make her smile.

In addition to being pretty, she was sexy, too. Even now, in her messy, filthy state, she was so sexy that merely looking at her and breathing in the scent of her sweat and arousal made it so difficult for him to think straight. His shaft twitched and jutted out at her, reaching for her heavenly cunt. Soon, he’d be ready to fuck her again - from behind next time, as she requested.

Moonrise said that she wanted to see him without his helmet, some day. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He almost, almost, reached up to remove his helmet and show her his face, but ultimately chose not to. Deep down, he knew that if she had asked him to take off the helmet, he would have.

She didn’t though; not that evening, anyway.

As the sun disappeared somewhere behind the tall buildings west of the park, Machine Head turned her around, getting her into position for that back-to-front fuckin’ she asked for. He also used the brief rest as an opportunity to savor her body from a new angle. And boy, how he savored her.

When Moonrise told him to stop licking her asshole, he nearly did. But he recognized that the wiggling of her tush was a silent contradiction to her words. Not only that, but he couldn’t help but notice how wet she was. It was fresh cream, too, for more than a little of it dribbled down his chin. Smiling, he paused, took a hand off of one of her shapely cheeks, and used a couple fingers to wipe some of her honey off his chin. He sucked his fingers clean, intentionally making the sucking sounds louder to ensure she heard what he was doing.

“You’re so wet, Moonrise. So wet and sweet. It makes me think you actually want me to lick your asshole some more. Do you?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He couldn’t, for he hungered for another taste of her dirty spot. Once more, his slender, gentle hands gripped her spank-marked cheeks to spread them apart. Once more, he dipped his outstretched tongue into her crack. This time, his tongue went straight for her asshole.

“Aaannngh…” Moaning decadently, he swirled his tongue tip around her rosette.

Round and round it went. The tickling lick was pretty similar to what he had done to her nipples minutes before. He couldn’t really nibble on her asshole like he could with her tits, though, so he nibbled or kissed at her welts instead whenever he had to give his tongue a break.

Next, he dared to push his tongue against her asshole. The tip slipped inside, but barely. She was really tight, there; it resisted his efforts to nudge more of his tongue within. He wriggled the tip inside of her hole. Meanwhile, his hands wandered over her ass, her hips, or the outside of her thighs.

The tonguing of her hole didn’t last much longer, however. Her pleas and her writhing got his cock so hot and so big, it reminded him that it was time for it to get another turn.

“Mmph!” Machine Head yanked his tongue’s tip out of her asshole and gave the valley between her cheeks one last lick. He also dealt one last, nibbling kiss to one of her brown curves. After that, he gave her ass a playful smack and enjoyed how it jiggled.

Great googly moogly, there was so much about her back that he wanted to keep touching and tasting! He couldn’t see all of her back, because her tattered super suit covered some of it, but what he did see looked so toned and tempting. Hopefully, she’d let him explore her body more thoroughly, later. He really, really hoped so.

For now, they had no choice but to fuck.

“Are you ready for me, Moonrise?” Standing up behind her, he pushed one of his knees between her legs and spread them just a little bit further apart. As his hands secured a nice grip on her hips, he eased his throbbing mass between her thighs and used the upper side of it to stroke her cunt. The contact of cock to cunt made him moan, made him shake, and made his toes curl into the grass.

“Ooooooo...you sure feel ready,” he signed around a grin. Losing control of himself, he ground his dick against her labia, as well as against her silver bush. “You’re so wet!” he repeated.

Reaching up, he cupped both of her hanging breasts. With two fingers from each hand, he played with her nipples. He flicked at them. He twisted them. As he fondled and teased, he rocked his pelvis back in order to get his cockhead into position. A heartbeat after the tapered tip touched the glistening petals of her sex, he pushed in. Inch by inch by throbbing inch, he filled her unbelievable body up once more, shuddering as he did.

His ball sack pressed against her from behind. All over his lean, sculpted body, his muscles flexed, each one shocked by pure pleasure. Head tipped back, he aimed a keening moan toward the darkening sky. It was getting cooler throughout Central Park as night descended, but there was nothing but all-consuming heat between the two fucking Heroes.

Filling her completely, he held himself still - or tried to, at least. His body was shuddering, and there was no way he could stop it. After several heavenly moments of attempted stillness, Machine Head began to fuck Moonrise with renewed vigor. Unlike their first time, this time he could plow her with long, indulgent strokes. He tried to go slow for as long as he could, but she felt so freakin’ good it was inevitable for him to pound her quicker and more passionately. Their sexes slapped, sharply, and soon there would be more cream to add to the gooey mess that leaked down her thighs.

“Oooh! Moonrise! I can’t get enough of you!” His hands moved from her breasts to her hips - he held onto her for dear life. It felt like her cunt was sucking, pulling, devouring his cock, and he had no choice but to feed her all the meat she wanted.

She could have consumed all of him, and he’d be grateful.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“Don’t say such things,” she gasped; the sound of Machine Head eagerly sucking her juices from his fingers easily making it to her ears. Again, there came the impulse, the instinct, to close her legs, to hide how wet she was becoming, but she didn’t. She did, however, let out a long, shuddering gasp as he spread her ass apart. Her face burned; she knew she was blushing hard. “Oh, Machine Head, not there…” She managed to gasp out, but by the way her body seemed to throb under his tongue gave no weight to her words.

If that wasn’t enough, the fact that she pressed her ass into his face, wordlessly begging for more, her whimpers drifting down to his ears should have been quite the indication that she enjoyed all too much what he was doing.

“Oh…Oh…Your tongue…” She panted, her gloved fingers digging fruitlessly into the bark of the tree. She shifted, standing on her tiptoes, to press more of her ass into his face. She knew her cunt was sopping wet, her own juices pushing more of his cum further down her thighs. Her brows knit, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the tree. It was so good - it made her cunt ache; she wanted more. His tongue wasn’t enough - but before she could begin to twist her mouth around the words she was too shy to say, he was pulling away, and she let out a pathetic whimper, her body slumping down, feet firmly on the ground again.

Oh my god…!

She gasped, again, as his knee slipped between her legs, brushing against the plump, wet lips of her cunt. She was so tempted to grind down on him, something, anything, to help her feel good, to reclaim the pleasure of having her ass licked, but -

His thick length brushed against her slit, nestled neatly against the crack of her ass, before he was repositioning himself, and she knew she was holding her breath in anticipation. Any longer, and she’d be begging for it again. He brushed the top of his cock against her slit again, and she let go of her breath in a quick, explosive exhale. “Don’t tease,” she whined, high and plaintive and absolutely adorable. “Please…”

And he was entering her, and it was so good, and her words melted into a long, steady whine, her head dropping down against the tree trunk again, her fingers splayed wide against the tree, her shifting onto her tiptoes again, raising her ass to meet his painfully slow thrust. From this angle, the pressure was deeper, the stretch even more delicious. She knew she was drooling, her mouth held open, but she made no move to wipe it. “So good,” she sighed, her eyes rolling shut, her body one tight string of sensation. “Oh, god, so good…”

The fact that they were still outside, that night was falling, didn’t begin to register to her. Her world began and ended with the feel of his cock inside of her, stretching her to new limits. Her cunt flexed around him, struggling to accommodate him, as if he was penetrating her for the first time all over again. His initial slow strokes helped - though her body clung to him every time he tried to withdraw. And some of that was conscious; she knew it, she didn’t want to let go of that fullness. It was easier, too, taking him like this - she was better able to move with him, undulating her hips back onto him to meet each thrust. If he was still for too long, she’d work his shaft by rolling her hips, taking more of him in on her own volition, moaning aloud without a single care of how slutty she sounded. He was making her feel good; making stars flash behind her eyes again and he needed to know it.

As his thrusts speeded up, she would angle her hips to meet each thrust powerfully, with an audible slapping of skin that moved from sedate to frantic. Any attempts that she could have made to be a little quieter (but who was she kidding; that wasn’t going to happen) fell completely down by the wayside as she was howling now, opening screaming with each hard thrust from him - a mix of primal cries and occasion words:

“Yes!”

“So good!”

“Fuck me, Machine Head - fuck this pussy!”

“Fuck me open; make me yours!”

It was all things that, if she were asked about it later, she would be so embarrassed by that she’d want to disappear into the universe. But now? It didn’t matter. It was how she felt - he wanted her to break her open from the inside, to fuck her, to fill her senses, until his was the only cock she’d crave for the rest of her life. For him to ruin her for all others. Kindness and sweetness and romance didn’t matter right now. It was primal, wanting to be owned, to be marked - and even though she was still leaking his cum, it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck my ass next,” she panted out, far past the point of caring, wanting to keep riding this high he was giving her. “Be the first in my ass!”

 

[BewareTheDream]

“Yah! Yah! Yeah, you’re mine! You’re all mine!”

He went absolutely wild because of her. His Quirk may have allowed him to become one with machines, but during that blissful evening, that precious moment, he became an animal. Moonrise turned Machine Head into an animal whose sole purpose was to split her open and fill her womb with his seed. He even sounded like an animal, howling as he slapped and slammed into her with greater and greater ferocity.

Although he acted and sounded like an animal, he didn’t exactly look the part. There was very little hair on his body, for the hair atop his head was hidden by his helmet, and the naked body that slapped wetly and shamelessly against hers was smooth and glistening, like a dolphin’s.

(Okay, so in that respect, he did look like an animal.)

The only visible hair on his body were his pubes, which were plastered against his crotch due to the copious amounts of sweat and cum the two exchanged. His pubic hair, pelvis, shaft, and even the front of his thighs bumped and/or ground into Moonrise’s luscious body from behind. Unlike their first coupling, she was in a good position to pound him back, which made every crash that much harder, wetter, and sweeter.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands. For the most part, they stayed at her hips or her sides, gripping her so roughly that they left imprints on her perfect flesh. She already had welts from her vine whipping and little cuts on her back from getting boned against bark, so Machine Head’s finger imprints were another sign of their uncontrollable lust.

When he wasn’t gripping her hips, he reached up to grope at her breasts. Or he wrapped his fingers around her long, silver hand to give it a pull. Or he clasped his fingers around the back of her neck. He needed to touch her wherever he could.

Exhausted and covered in scrumptious aches, he was able to keep fucking her thanks to the years of physical conditioning he’d done to enhance his Machine Merge and become a stronger Hero. Who’ddah thought all that training would one day help him prolong the best fuck of his life and to pound the sexiest woman he’d ever seen with greater power?

“Yah! I’ll fuck your ass! Ungh! I wanna fuck your ass so much! I...angh!...I wanna fuck you all the ways!” His ramblings made less and less sense the longer he banged her against the tree. And the more he stuffed her, the more her precious, pink sucked at him, the closer and closer he got to spewing all over again.

“Here I come! Ahhh AHHH!!!” Somewhere in that section of Central Park, somebody must have heard the two of them fucking like there was no tomorrow. But that didn’t matter to either of them.

For Machine Head, all that mattered was how he now soared through a realm of pure ecstasy - a realm in which he and she were the only two denizens. There was no way at all he could have held back, even if he wanted to. Long, repeated blasts of white filled her tunnel of secret pink and splashed hot within her womb. The first time he came inside of her was the longest and hardest he ever came, until this time. Once his flexing cock started to gush, it just kept on gushing.

Machine Head was blinded by lights, blinded by pleasure. He didn’t know his name, he didn’t know if he was screaming or not, and he even forgot how to breathe. All he knew was how good Moonrise and her pussy made him feel.

His fusion with her felt better than any Machine Merge ever did.