Becoming a superhero had been my ultimate dream, and finding a team that felt like family made it even better. But when stress drained us of our powers, we were left helpless—just like the Fantastic Four on their worst day. Things hit rock bottom when I got stuck in an elevator with Rion King, powerless and desperate. No strength to break free, no way to escape. I felt pathetic.
Frustrated, I tried squeezing through the doors, but all I managed was to rip my suit wide open—exposing my bare ass. That’s when Rion got creative. He didn’t waste time. His fingers slid into me, working me open, coaxing out every bit of tension until my body finally relaxed. And it worked—I could feel my energy returning.
But he didn’t stop there. His tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at my cunt until I was dripping. Then he fucked me hard, filling me up, pushing me closer to that sweet release. By the time Robby found us, I was moaning, stretched out, and finally free of stress.
Now we had a solution. If a threesome was what it took to fully recharge, then so be it. I’d suck their cocks, let them grope my tits, and take them both in my pussy—whatever they needed. If getting fucked silly meant saving the world again, I’d do it in a heartbeat.