The Devil's Villain In a Lewd Superhero World
Chapter 6: Corona
Tyson opened his eyes, something he wasn't sure would ever happen again. He found himself lying in a plush bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he tried to remember how he'd gotten here. Initially, he thought he was in a hotel room, but the aesthetics were too futuristic for that. Then Tyson remembered what happened. He'd made it back to the mothership after a brutal fight with King KZ'orr. After leaving the king in the shadow realm, he passed out.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something soft pressing up against his side. Lifting the blanket, he found the alien princess pressing her body into him. She was sleeping, still clad in her costume. She hadn't even bothered removing the few pieces of armor she wore.
Tyson took in the sight of Maya's resting form. Her fiery hair cascaded over the bed, contrasting the pristine white sheets. He noticed the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Her breath and her body were warm against his skin, like his own personal space heater.
He mentally ran through the events that led to this moment. The fight with KZ'orr had been intense, pushing him to limits he didn't know he possessed. The shadow realm, the alien king's devastating attacks, and then...
Darkness.
Tyson took in his surroundings. The room was a blend of futuristic alien aesthetics and comfort-inspired luxury. A large viewport dominated one wall, offering a breathtaking view of Manhattan to the north.
A soft rustling from the next to him caught his attention. Maya stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
"You're awake," she said, relieved. "I was beginning to worry."
Tyson turned to face her, suddenly aware of his state of undress. He was clad only in boxer shorts, his chest bared, his armor gone. He moved to find some clothes but was still so weak that even sitting up was too much effort.
"Yeah, I'm up. Sort of," Tyson replied, trying to keep his voice casual. "How long was I out?"
"Hours. The battle with my father took a significant toll on you."
Memories of the fight flashed through his mind. He'd been so hurt. Maya lying with him for hours might be the only reason he was even conscious, her closeness triggering Kiss of Life.
"Your father... is he...?"
"Gone… there hasn't been any trace of him since your battle," Maya answered.
"I had to stop him..."
She closed the distance between them. "You did what was necessary. My father's actions threatened this planet. We disagreed with him. We're outcasts, refugees. But instead of seeking help, he sought to conquer."
Her proximity drew Tyson's attention. He could feel the heat radiating from her body and smell her skin's faint, alien scent. It was so distracting that he struggled to keep up with the backstory she provided.
"So, what now?" Tyson asked, trying to focus on the bigger picture. "The invasion, your sister, the other aliens..."
Maya's expression hardened. "The invasion has been halted. Most of our forces retreated here to regroup, given my father's fall and you taking control of the mothership. I sent messages to all our forces. Many have returned at my askance."
"And your sister? Thara?"
A flicker of pain crossed Maya's face. "Still missing. With so many ships unaccounted for, I'm worried that she's either being held by a faction of extremists within our ranks or leading a separatist force. Many, among the Greys in particular, see this invasion as their chance to seize power or overthrow the Solari leadership."
Tyson cringed. He may have incited some of that discontent with his broadcast to the fleet when he'd infiltrated the ship and staged the alien's infighting.
"We'll find your sister and bring her into the fold. I promise."
"Thank you. Your actions have already changed the course of this conflict. I... I'm not sure where I'd be without your help." Every time she spoke, it seemed as if I shifted slightly closer. He was acutely aware of how close they were. "You're different. Special. I sensed it from the moment we met. Defeating my father confirmed what I already knew."
"That energy you hit me with earlier, I can't stop thinking about it," she continued, her voice low and sultry. "We're both weak from our fights, and you're injured. My king, we must recover if we're to lead our people. The heroes of this world are aggressive and will likely attack if we show weakness," Maya said, her words laced with urgency. "Allow me to attend you."
Maya moved closer, radiating an alluring warmth that enveloped Tyson. Her lips curved into a faint smile as she leaned in, her hot breath grazing his skin. She pressed against him, molding to his frame in a way that stirred his desires.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss that ignited the simmering tension between them. Maya's hands traced over his chest, leaving fiery trails in their wake. He pulled her tighter, craving her heat. The kisses grew hungry, both seeking to satisfy pent-up needs. Tyson's hands tangled in her fiery hair as she let out a soft moan; that sound only fueled his desire.
In his lust-filled daze, Tyson fumbled with her armor, his hands trembling with anticipation and more than a little fatigue from his earlier battle. The silvery bracers and boots fell away, leaving her athletic frame clad only in a skintight suit that clung to every curve.
She stood confidently, boldly presenting her alluring form.
Then, she began a slow, deliberate dance. Each movement was enticing, a sensual striptease that had Tyson's full attention. She swayed her hips, her fingers tracing the contours of her body as she peeled away the thin costume with agonizing slowness.
The fabric slid over her skin like liquid, revealing the swell of her breasts, the smooth expanse of her stomach, and the toned muscles of her thighs. She turned her back, giving him a tantalizing view as she tugged the costume down to her hips.
Maya let the costume drop to the floor, leaving her standing in the soft light, entirely and unabashedly nude. She turned to face him, her hands on her hips, an unspoken challenge in her eyes. The heat radiating from her body intensified, casting a warm, golden glow from her skin.
Each of Maya's muscles looked honed through years of training, her shoulders broad and leading to toned and capable arms. Yet her muscle didn't detract from her femininity. Her breasts were perfectly round and perky enough that they seemed to defy gravity with their pertness. Each was topped with small, stiff nipples. Her stomach was taut, a flat expanse that tapered to a narrow waist before flaring out into the gentle curve of her hips. As his eyes traveled lower, he couldn't help but notice the thin thatch of fiery curls at the apex of her thighs.
Tyson felt a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he drank in the sight of her. Her alien beauty was alluring, unlike anything he had ever seen.
"You are... incredible," Tyson murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. The sight of her, naked and unashamed, was seared into Tyson's memory, a vision of beauty that he knew he would never forget.
"And you are unlike any man I have ever known," she replied.
As she approached the bed, Tyson reached out, unable to resist her magnetic pull on him. His fingers brushed against her hip, the skin hot to the touch, like touching the sun's surface. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Tyson's hips with her own. The heat between her legs was a brand against his skin, even through the thin barrier of his boxers. She took his hands in hers, guiding them to her waist, encouraging him to explore the contours of her body.
Tyson's hands traced the curve of her hips, the indentation of her waist, and the swell of her breasts. He was acutely aware of her sharp intake of breath as he grazed her nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening further under his touch. Her skin was smooth and hot to the touch like warm silk stretched over a furnace.
Leaning down, Maya captured his lips in another kiss, her hips rocking against his in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Tyson's body responded instinctively, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping her tighter.
Maya's lips traveled along the line of his jaw and down the column of his neck. Her teeth nipped at his skin, each bite sending small jolts of pleasure coursing through him. Tyson's head fell back against the pillows, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensations.
The warmth radiating from Maya's body seemed to grow more intense with each passing moment. It was as if she was channeling her power into her very skin. The heat didn't burn out or cause discomfort. It was intoxicating, fueling Tyson's desire and pushing him to a fever pitch of arousal.
Maya reached down and tugged at the waistband of Tyson's boxers. He lifted his hips to aid her, and the fabric was quickly discarded, leaving him as bare as she. His member stood proud and ready, straining towards her with desperation.
"I want this, Tyson," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I want you."
There was no room for doubt in her words, no hesitation in her actions. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and was not afraid to take it. And what she wanted, at that moment, was him.
"Let me restore your strength, my king," she whispered.
Tyson could only nod, lost in the haze of desire that clouded his senses. Maya's lips found him again, and he surrendered to the passion that consumed them both.
He pulled her closer, his hands exploring the curves and planes of her body. He traced the line of her abdomen, feeling the tremor that ran through her at his touch. His hands moved higher, cupping the weight of her breasts.
Maya moaned softly, her head falling back as she arched into his touch. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on, lost in the pleasure of his caresses.
Tyson leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He teased it with his tongue, relishing the taste of her skin, the way she gasped and writhed against him. His other hand slid down her body, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs.
She was hot and wet, her body ready for him in a way that made his blood roar in his ears. He stroked her gently, his fingers exploring her folds, finding the spots that made her moan and gasp with pleasure.
Maya's eyes were half-closed, her chest heaving with each breath as she looked at Tyson with a mixture of desperation and longing.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hit me with your energy."
Tyson's mind flashed back to the battle. Mirror Image had reflected his energy bolt, and it had struck Maya. At the time, she had appeared almost drunk with pleasure. Understanding dawned, and he knew exactly what she needed. He raised his hand, focusing his will as the familiar sensation of shadow energy gathered at his fingertips. The air around his hand shimmered with black energy, streaked with vibrant pink wisps. Tyson reached out and pressed the pulsating energy against Maya's quivering skin.
The effect was immediate.
Her eyes rolled back, and a low, throaty moan escaped her lips as the shadowy power enveloped her.
"Oh, yes," she gasped, her body arching towards his touch. "It feels so good."
She bit her lower lip, her expression one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Tyson watched her response, fascinated by how her body reacted to his powers. Encouraged by her enjoyment, he moved his hand lower, tracing the contours of her body with the crackling energy. He probed gently at the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and Maya's breath hitched in anticipation. Tyson let the energy dance around the tips of his fingers, teasing her with the promise of pleasure.
Slowly, deliberately, he slipped his finger between her lower lips, the shadow energy still flickering around the tip. Maya let out a cry of pleasure as he entered her, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.
He moved his finger slowly, rhythmically. Maya's moans grew louder and more insistent, and her body moved in sync with his movements.
"More," she pleaded, her voice ragged with need. "I need more of you."
Tyson obliged, intensifying the energy flow and increasing the speed of his caresses. Sounds of her ragged breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of his fingers entering her filled the room.
Maya's body tensed, her muscles coiling like a spring as she reached the precipice. Tyson could feel the energy building within her, a fiery crescendo about to erupt. With a final, soul-shattering cry, Maya climaxed, her body convulsing with the force of her release. The energy Tyson had channeled into her exploded outward in a rush of warmth and light, bathing the room in a surreal glow.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided, Maya collapsed against Tyson, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her body still shuddered with the residual pleasure of her release. But she was just getting started.
He had to admit he felt stronger now. Perhaps some combination of the benefits from Kiss of Life and Big Shoes to Fill granted him the Alien's physiology. In the girls' descriptions, intimacy rejuvenated their strength. Hooking up with Maya seemed to catalyze his recovery. But he was still not nearly back to normal. His body ached from the exertion of the battle, and the wounds that KZ'orr had inflicted on him still throbbed dully.
Maya leaned down, her breath hot against his skin as she pressed a trail of kisses along his abdomen. Tyson's heart raced in anticipation, his body responding to her touch in a way that was both primal and undeniably powerful.
When her lips finally closed around his length, Tyson let out a gasp of surprise. He was amazed at the warmth that enveloped him, a heat that was far more intense than anything he had ever experienced. But it was not dangerous or uncomfortably hot. Instead, it felt incredible. Maya went down on him, her movements slow and deliberate. She took her time, exploring his length with her tongue, tasting him with an eagerness that was thrilling and deeply arousing.
He wrapped his fingers in her fiery hair, not to guide her or force himself deeper into her mouth. Instead, he let his energy stream through his fingertips as they massaged her scalp.
Maya moaned at the sensations, her vibrations traveling down his shaft, sending jolts of pleasure. The sound of her moans, the feel of her mouth around him, it was almost too much for Tyson to handle. But he held on, wanting to savor every moment of this intimate connection.
But as the minutes passed, Tyson could sense Maya's growing urgency. She pulled back, her lips swollen and glistening with moisture. She looked at him, her eyes dark with desire.
"I can't wait any longer," she murmured, her voice husky with need.
She positioned herself over him, her eyes locked with his as she slowly lowered herself onto his length. The sensation of Maya's tight, hot center enveloping him was almost too much to bear. Tyson's hands clenched reflexively, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he fought the urge to thrust upward and bury himself deeper within her.
The sensation of entering her was almost overwhelming. She was hot and tight around him. Maya let out a soft sigh as she took him in, her eyes fluttering closed as she adjusted to his size.
Slowly, she began to move, her hips rocking back and forth. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Maya responded with a moan, her movements becoming more frenzied as she rode him with abandon.
He fought to hold back as his senses were overwhelmed by the heat and the pleasure. Within moments, she had had him on the edge. But he didn't want to finish so quickly; he wanted to prolong their pleasure, and he couldn't disappoint her.
He whispered, "You feel so good. I Could Do This All Day." The words brought him under control, edging him back from the precipice of his climax.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of skin against skin, the ragged gasps of their breathing, and the soft, desperate moans that escaped their lips. Tyson could feel the pleasure building within him. But he held on. He watched Maya undulate above him, her fiery hair cascading down her back in a tumble of waves. She was a vision of beauty and power, a goddess of fire and light who had chosen him as her consort.
As their pace increased, Tyson continued to blast Maya with the black-pink void energy, each pulse enhancing her pleasure, driving her closer to the brink of ecstasy. The energy beams were a visible manifestation of his desire, a tangible link between them that seemed to amplify their connection. He could see it in Maya's eyes, a flicker of darkness that mingled with the fire of her being. The energy beams seemed to coax forth a new aspect of her personality, one that reveled in the intensity of their lovemaking and the unadulterated pleasure that coursed through her veins.
Maya threw her head back, her fiery hair cascading down her back as she rode him with wild abandon. Each thrust of his hips, each surge of his energy, sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Her moans filled the room, spurring Tyson on and fueling his own arousal. He watched her, entranced by the way her body responded to his touch, the way her eyes radiated pink energy as he continued to plow up into her. The energy beams seemed to dance across her skin, leaving trails of darkness in their wake.
Tyson's hands roamed over Maya's body, exploring the contours of her curves, the smooth expanse of her stomach, and the firm, toned muscles of her thighs. Maya's body was a marvel of strength and beauty. And yet, in this moment, she was his. Her body responded to his touch with a passion that was both fierce and undeniable. She moved with him, her hips rocking in time with his, her body undulating above.
As they continued fucking, Tyson regained his strength. The wounds that KZ'orr had inflicted were a distant memory, overshadowed by the pleasure that coursed through his veins. The energy that he channeled into Maya seemed to flow back into him, a symbiotic exchange that left them both feeling invigorated and alive.
Soon, he was moving her lithe body around the bed, changing positions with an ease that spoke of his newfound vitality. He flipped her onto her back, her fiery hair splayed out across the pillow. He entered her again, his body pressing hers into the mattress as he drove into her with renewed vigor.
Maya moaned through it all, her eyes radiating pink energy as he continued to plow her, the energy beams from his fingers stroking her skin, her breasts, and her face. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her body arching to meet his thrusts.
Tyson could feel the energy building within him, a familiar tension that coiled in his lower belly.
He shifted their position back, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. Maya straddled him, her body impaled on his length. Tyson's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her movements. He could feel the heat of her body enveloping him, the tight, wet heat that seemed to pull him deeper with each thrust.
Maya leaned forward, her hands braced against his chest as she rode him with abandon. Her hips rocked back and forth as she took him deeper and deeper inside her.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the wet slap of skin against skin, the ragged gasps of their breathing, and the soft, desperate moans that escaped their lips. Tyson could feel the pleasure building within him in a rising tide.
One hand cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. The other groped and squeezed her ass, playfully swatting her as she rode him. Her movements became more frenzied as she rode him with abandon.
Tyson could feel the energy building within him, a familiar tension that built in his lower belly. But he wasnt alone. Maya's body tensed around him, her muscles coiling like a spring as she reached her precipice. The energy built within her too, a fiery crescendo that was about to erupt.
With a final cry, Maya climaxed, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
The pink energy that Tyson had channeled into her exploded outward. Her orgasm, or maybe that pink energy, triggered his own climax, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. He felt himself surging inside her. With each pulse, his body released everything he had into hers.
They clung to each other as the aftershocks of their orgasms subsided, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Tyson could feel newfound strength flowing through his veins.
Nothing compared to the raw power he felt coursing through his body. He knew beyond any doubt that having sex with Maya had made him stronger.
He looked down at her sprawled across him, her fiery hair covered her back, but couldnt hide the pert curves of her ass. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in the aftermath of their lovemaking. She looked peaceful, content in a way that he had never seen before. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her. Maya let out a soft sigh, snuggling closer to him. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled contentedly in satisfaction as their eyes met.
"You were so good," she purred, her voice still husky from their passionate encounter. "I feel so full."
Tyson grinned, running his fingers through her fiery hair. "I feel stronger, recovered," he replied, flexing his muscles experimentally. The aches and pains, burns, and bleeding lacerations from his battle with KZ'orr were long gone, replaced by a surge of vitality and strength.
A blush crept across Maya's cheeks. "I'm surprised," she admitted, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him more closely. "With all the energy we tossed around, I thought you'd only get a slight boost. You pumped me up so good." Her gaze turned wistful as she added, "It's a shame that we'll have to wait before doing that again. I know you must be drained."
"Why wait?" he asked, his hand trailing down her side. "That was incredible. Let's do it again."
Maya's jaw dropped, and her expression was a mix of shock and budding excitement. "Really?" she breathed, hardly daring to believe it.
Tyson's grin widened as he recited his mantra, "I Can Do This All Day."
As if to prove his point, Maya felt the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing against her thigh. Her body was already responding to the promise of more pleasure.
"By the stars," she whispered, her eyes darkening with renewed desire. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"
Tyson chuckled, pulling her closer. "You have no idea," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ready for round two?"
Maya responded by capturing his lips in a kiss and molding her body against his. The heat between them reignited instantly as if it had never cooled. Tyson's hands roamed her body, relearning every curve, while Maya's fingers traced the contours of his muscles.
Their kisses grew more heated, more urgent. Tyson rolled them over, pinning Maya beneath him. She gasped, her eyes wide with anticipation. He paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of her spread out beneath him.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Maya's response was cut off by a moan as Tyson began to trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. His hands, alight with blackpink energy, followed the path of his lips, caressing and teasing, building the tension between them once more. As his mouth reached her breasts, Maya arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could feel the energy building within her again, a familiar warmth that spread through her body like wildfire. Tyson, too, felt the surge of power. This time, he was more in control of it, able to direct it with greater precision. He let the energy flow from his fingertips, tracing intricate patterns across Maya's skin. She shivered beneath him, her body responding to his touch in ways she had never experienced before.
"My king," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please..."
He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Please, what?" he asked teasingly.
Maya's response was to grab his shoulders and pull him up for another passionate kiss. As their lips met, she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaving no doubt about what she wanted.