I Guess I'm a Superhero Now Pt. 01

This is an ongoing superhero story. It's a plot with porn story, so while there will be plenty of sex, it's going to have an ongoing story to it as well.

Enjoy

Lilith

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"In local news, Lazer Dancer has once more defeated the British supervillain, Moggy, at the Port Royal Museum. The feline villain is believed to have been attempting to steal the pre-human jewellery, Star of the Sea, which is currently on display. Thanks to Lazer's quick work the museum and the display were undamaged and the museum will be open to the public tomorrow."

Mike listened to the news with half an ear. He wasn't a cape watcher, so the local heroes and villains didn't interest him as long as they didn't slow traffic or got too close. At the moment he was at his new home, so the traffic wasn't a problem. And if some hero and villain slammed into his place, he wouldn't complain. The heroes insurance would let him buy a place that wasn't about to fall down. With a grunt he pulled down the last of the rotten plaster and lath that had to be over a century old, in a cloud of dust.

Stepping back he wiped his brow wishing it was cooler. The face mask and goggles made the heat worse, but he'd rather not breathe in all the crap that was filling the air from his renovations. The room would soon be a nice living room, once he got rid of the walls that were older than his grandparents, and had gotten soaked at one point. The floor needed a good sanding, he didn't dare step on the rough splintered wood without shoes or sandals. The lights could stay for another year or two, probably. Then painting the walls and staining the floor, and he'd be able to start on the kitchen, or the bedroom, or the guest room, maybe the bathroom, or the hallway.

"Fuck my life," he muttered, thinking of all the work he'd have to do. Why had he thought this was a good idea?

Going back to the wall, he looked into the opening to see if there were any surprises like exposed wires, left over plumbing that hadn't been removed, or mummified rats. He'd found all that stuff in the house, which possibly as old as the city.

Fortunately none of that was in there. Instead there was a dusty, cobweb covered, wooden box. "Huh, what are you holding?" he asked it. Maybe there'd be some antique coins or something, he deserved to have some good luck. Picking it up he used his gloves to wipe away some of the dust before opening it up. His eyes went wide at the sight.

Inside was a small book, but that wasn't the important thing. Underneath it was a crystal ball that glowed a very faint neon pink. "Whoa! What are you?"

Slowly and carefully Mike took the box to the table, and making sure not to touch the crystal took out the book. Since kindergarten he'd been repeatedly told that when dealing with weird things to not mess with it if at all possible. You never knew what might suck out your soul, infect you with an alien parasite, teleport you to another dimension, turn your insides out, or lock you into a contract with a demon or fae. Once it was safely put down, he looked at the clock, it was half past eight, almost sundown.

What he should do was call the Canadian Heroes Agency and let them know he had this. Once they made sure he hadn't stolen it from someone, they'd give him at least ten or twenty grand for handing it over. The government didn't want random artifacts and machines running around that might blow up, or release a dragon, or raise an army of zombies, the world had enough of those already, so everyone knew to call in when they found something that wasn't normal by regular human standards.

Yawning, his stomach growled with hunger. He'd been so busy fixing his place up he'd forgotten to eat supper. Looking at the glowing crystal again, he really should call it in, but it would take a while for them to come pick it up, then he'd need to give a statement and show them where he found it, and sign a lot of papers. All he wanted was food and bed.

"It's not like anyone knows it's here," he told himself. "I'll call it in tomorrow morning."

Taking off his gloves, mask and goggles, he went to the fridge to get a beer. Not good beer, just the cheapest stuff he could get at the store. A frozen dinner went into the microwave. Walking back over to the crystal ball, he opened the beer and cursed as it foamed up, falling onto the smooth, pink surface.

He pulled his hand and the bottle away, watching the glowing ball to see if it reacted at all, ready to run if it so much as flickered. It didn't do anything, just kept the faint pink glow. Breathing a sigh of relief he wondered what the thing could do. If it was really dangerous or useful, he could get even more money from the government as a reward. The book it came with would probably explain some things.

Going back to the kitchen to get his dinner, he carried out the tray of edible material that could mistakenly be called food to the table and took a seat. With the setting sun hitting the crystal it actually looked really pretty. The pink light in the center of it had taken a deeper colour and the crystal acted like a prism.

Opening the old book up, he started reading.

Beware and useth this bewitching stone most carefully.

At which hour the travelling lamp sets keepeth t hence from the lighteth.

Doth not giveth t the elixir of life.

At dawn keepeth t locked in the gloom.

"Oh god. I hate Shakespeare." Rereading the words, he started working out some of it. Don't give it something called the elixir of life, that was easy, he didn't know what it was, so he likely didn't have any of it.

Now what was a travelling lamp? Something that was supposed to go with the ball? If he tore down more walls would he find some old fashion lamp? The eggheads would probably be able to figure it out. The last line at least made sense. Keep it in a dim or dark room at dawn. Looking around the kitchen he decided it was dim enough, especially if he put the lid back on the box.

Flipping to the next page he groaned. The writing was cramped and tiny, filling the entire page. And trying to decipher the old English made his head ache. Closing the book he put it back beside the box, and started eating, sipping from his beer as the sun set. Watching the crystal he thought about what he could do with the money once he handed over the thing. Hiring some guys to help fix up the house was a top priority, while saving some of it to buy real food.

By the time he was done his leisurely meal the sun had gone down. Putting the lid on the box, Mike patted the wood. "Now stay there, tomorrow you're going to help make my life a lot better."

Tidying up, he headed for his old mattress on the floor of what would eventually be the master bedroom. Stripping down Mike entered the bathroom, the only one of the three that actually worked. Washing the dust and dirt off in the sink, he took a moment to make some muscles. One good thing about renovating by himself, he'd started getting some definition. Once his home was decent looking he should be able to get a girlfriend. A nice looking house that he owned and muscular without being a meathead, he'd be a catch.

Collapsing onto his mattress, he quickly fell asleep dreaming of a hot woman who would be all his.

**

Down in the dining room the box holding the mysterious crystal ball hiccuped. No one but some bugs heard this, so no one cared as it hiccup again, followed by a giggle and a very feminine "Excuse me!"

The box began to shake and jump on the battered table. The feminine voice grunted and sighed in frustration. "Open up you stupid thing. I am not going to stay stuck in here for who knows how long anymore."

There was a groan that sounded much like someone struggling to lift a very heavy object and the lid popped off, tipping the box onto it's side. The crystal ball now glowing a very vibrant pink rolled out and stopped on the brightest moonbeam that hit the table.

"Ah, that's nice," the ball said to itself.

For the rest of the night the ball sat quite contentedly, moving a few times to follow the moonlight, and sometimes humming to itself. And then the dawn came.

The glowing pink light grew, lighting up the dark room so much that if anyone had been there to see it, they would have been blinded. In the dazzling brilliance a dark spot appeared at the very center where the ball had been. It slowly grew as the sun's rays were absorbed. Arms and legs appeared, then a slim body, shapely hips and ass, firm perky breasts, a heart shaped face, long flowing hair and sharply pointed ears.

The pink light faded, leaving just the woman. She ran her hands over her naked body, giggling as she cupped her breasts, and gave her ass a little slap. Flipping her waist length pink hair behind her shoulders she gave a big yawn. "Oh it's so good to have a body again. How long was I asleep for? It feels like it's been centuries."

Stretching, uncaring about her nudity, she looked around the old, run down room. "Ugh, this place looks terrible. Well I'll just have to make sure master gets a better place soon. And speaking of master, it's time I go introduce myself to him.

Following the compass in her head that pointed at her new master, the woman crept up the stairs trying to touch as little of the dirty house as possible. As she made her way to the sound of snoring, she realized this was the house of her last master. It was very different from the well lit, beautiful home it had once been. What had happened to the wonderful oil lamps? And what were the odd little switches coming out of the wall? She wanted to investigate, but until she properly greeted her master everything else had to wait.

Reaching what had once been the master bedroom, the woman gasped at how far the beautiful house had fallen. Water had damaged the walls, and the floor was horribly stained and rough. Remembering the fun times she'd had in this very room when it had been warm and welcoming, made her almost cry. And then she saw her master, sleeping on a thick mattress on the floor. Creeping over to him, she knelt down to examine his sleeping body. His thick black hair needed to be trimmed, and he would need a good shave, he looked like a common thug with his stubble. His body was slim and well muscled, she liked that, she could already feel her pussy getting damp and not merely in preparation for saying hello. A delicate hand went to her nipple gently rubbing herself, biting her lip to keep from moaning. There was a little scar line on his stomach, maybe a wound from a sword? But otherwise he was unblemished, no marks from pox or childhood injuries. She had seldom seen anyone with skin so smooth. And his cock despite being flaccid looked so appetizing as it lay against his thigh. She was going to enjoy this.

"Time to make you my true master," she murmured. Leaning down, she took his soft cock in her hand, grinning at how immediately began to harden from her warm, delicate touch. Breathing in his musky scent, she purred anticipating how good it would taste and feel inside of her. Her tongue reached out, flicking his purple head, making him moan.

His cock stiffened almost hitting her nose. Giggling, she fondled his balls, relishing the feel of his sensitive and oh so large testicles, after so long asleep. Opening her mouth she engulfed the tip of his rod, needing to taste her new master.

**

"Oh yeah, that's nice," Mike muttered. Lips were wrapped tightly around his cock, a wonderful tongue twirled on the head of his dick, and the softest hands he'd ever felt fondled his balls. This was the best dream ever. He kept his eyes closed not wanting to risk waking up or seeing something that would turn the dream into a nightmare.

It had been over a year since he'd been with a girl. Clearly his subconscious thought it had been too long. Reaching down he felt thick hair that was perfect for grabbing. Stroking the dream girl's long locks, her tongue stroked his shaft, and her hands caressed his balls, he soon wanted more. Wrapping the hair around his hands he slowly pushed her down, moaning as she easily accepted his whole cock into her mouth. For a moment he hit the back of her throat, then she was deepthroating him without even a hint of a gag.

Her long hair tickled his thighs and stomach as she kept sucking and stroking his cock, her hand never leaving his balls. With his dick deep in her throat it was as if she didn't need to breathe. She kept sucking, her throat clenching and relaxing around his dick, squeezing him tight. Her tongue wouldn't stop stroking the side of his shaft.

The dream girl bathed his cock in spit, the sound of her slurping his hot rod filled the room. His balls were ready to explode in her hands. "Oh god! I'm going to cum!"

Somehow she took him even deeper into her mouth, her cheek pressing into his curly pubic hair. He groaned as she purred like a kitten, causing vibrations to run through his cock and into his pelvis. With a growl Mike blew his load into her mouth. Jet after jet of hot seed erupted from his dick, and she swallowed every drop, moaning like it was ice cream. His entire body throbbed as he came harder than he'd believed was possible.

Finally, his heart racing, feeling totally drained, he stopped cumming. Now he was going to wake up back into his shitty home, but he would be smiling from this dream for weeks. No girl had ever felt this good. Feeling the dream girl sliding her tongue over his cock one last time, making sure to get every possible drop of his cum, she released him from her soft grip.

"Damn I'm going to miss you when I wake up," he said, finally opening his eyes so he could see his beautiful cock sucking dream girl.

"Why will you miss me, master?" a gorgeous woman with long pink hair, big pink eyes, and long pointed ears asked. "I'm going to be with you for a very long time."

Stunned, he could only watch as the girl from his dreams straddled him. Her perky tits hung down, the dark nipples begging to be kissed as she crawled up his body. Those perfect nipples caressed his ribs, then his chest, teasing him. There was muscle under the soft layer of fat, and from the way she rubbed herself against his body, she knew exactly how to use it. Her bare mound pressed against his pelvis, her hot pussy was dripping all over his flaccid dick. His cock immediately jumped back to life, the shaft pressing into her swollen lips.

"Master," she whispered, her warm breath smelling like mint, "we aren't done yet. I have to have all of you inside me."

"OK, I'm all yours." Without a thought, he grabbed her hip in one hand and his cock in the other. As his hand made contact with her skin it was like electricity was shooting through him. He had never felt more alive, or more desire. He had no idea who the girl was, or what she was, all that mattered was getting inside of her.

The nameless woman lifted her hips helping him aim his dick straight at her wet and ready hole. Squealing with joy, she lowered herself down engulfing his cock in the hottest, tightest pussy he'd ever had, plunging down until he was deep inside of her dripping velvety tunnel. Moaning, his arms wrapped around her slim body, grinding his hips up into hers.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, her tight pussy clenched firmly around his cock. Inner muscles rippled, massaging his shaft, as he lifted his hips, mashing her clit between their bodies. And then she began rocking back and forth, fucking herself on his rock hard dick. Mike moved with her, matching her rhythm trying to make her moan.

Gently biting his lip, her tongue teased him once more as they rocked back and forth together. Then she properly kissed him, her lips were soft, his tongue entered her mouth, her minty breath tasted wonderful. Their tongues circled each other, exploring and playing. His hands moved to her smooth, round ass, squeezing her, pushing her further down onto his cock.

"Oh master, it's been so long since I felt this good," she moaned. Her voice was full of lust and her pink eyes seemed to glow. "Your cock is perfect for me. Now fuck me hard, master. Show me that your good enough to control me."

Holding the woman tightly, Mike rolled over so he was on top. Giggling, she wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him deep inside of her hot, wet, pussy. He lay on top of her, admiring her soft, smooth body and perfect skin.

Slowly, he pulled out of her tight, little pussy, leaving just the head of his cock inside her, making her pussy lips bulge around him. Without warning he slammed back in, making her squeal and push her hips up trying to take him even deeper. Her steaming hot hole was so tight, her velvety inner walls massaged his dick, gripping him so tight it almost hurt as he pounded in and out of her.

"OH GOD! Harder Master! Fuck me harder! Make me yours!" she moaned, arching her back. Her nails dug into his ass encouraging Mike to go faster and harder.

Mike was beyond caring who this lady was, all that mattered was his cock and her beautiful pussy. He bit and kissed her neck, making her whimper and beg for more. Holding her sides, he slammed his dick harder and faster into her perfect cunt. His balls slapped her ass, filling the room with the erotic sound of their fucking. This wasn't lovemaking, this was a hard lusty fuck, and the woman loved it, grinding her clit and pussy into him with each downward thrust.

"Master! Faster! Make me cum! Don't stop! Ohhh god! Fill me up. Make me yours, Master!" Her nails dug into his back as she urged him on. His balls were ready to burst as she squeezed his rigid cock, almost crushing it inside of her. They're bodies moved in time, slamming into each other.

Her blazing hot inner walls clamped down onto Mike's rock solid dick, squeezing it expertly from the base to the tip, milking his balls, silently begging him to paint her pussy white with his seed. Mike plowed into her one last time growling in time with her moans, letting his throbbing cock release jet after jet of cum deep inside of the beautiful woman who was bucking and shaking under him, her legs wrapped around him keeping him locked in place, as their orgasms overwhelmed each of them.

Panting and shaking from the best orgasm he'd ever had, Mike rested on his arms and knees, pressing into the woman but not crushing her, as their chests heaved against each other and they slowly recovered. His cock was still deep inside her, slowly deflating even as her pussy quivered and gently squeezed him. They held each other, neither speaking, not wanting to break the moment.

All good things had to come to an end and Mike had to finally know something. "Who are you, beautiful."

The woman with pink eyes and sharp pointy ears grinned. "I'm your new armour master. Together we're going to make the world a better place."

"What?" he asked.

He didn't get an answer, there was just a flash of pink light and everything went black.