SuperFutas and The Age of Lust
Chapter 1 : Typhoon
Before ten years ago, the term superhero was something reserved for comic books, cartoons, and summer blockbuster movies. The 'Long Night' changed all that.
Everyone thought it was the apocalypse. Power went out in major cities for days on end, chaos reigned in the streets, and civilization was on the brink of collapse. A mad man calling himself The Engineer broadcast his message on all radio frequencies and promised that all who pledged loyalty to him would be saved. The world's first real supervillain had made himself known.
Our saviors arrived soon after; charging forth to bring justice and order to the chaos. They were super fast, powerful beyond imagination, and unlike anything we had ever seen. Typhoon was among them. The moment I laid eyes on her I knew we were saved.
My name is Veronica Martinez; an up and coming reporter with The Weekly Informer. At twenty-five I was just beginning my career on the mean streets of ButterWater Bay, a city of almost ten million souls on the west coast of the country; ground zero for what some people were calling The New Age of Superpowers.
"I'm nothing special; one of any number of pretty faces in the entertainment industry trying to make a name for myself. I'm five foot seven, toned and tight, and thanks to my platinum blonde mother and hispanic father I have a look that is both exotic and glamorous. Smooth almond skin, big beautiful breasts, legs for miles, and bright blue eyes that sparkle like twilight. I'm not afraid to use my looks to get what I want, but it helps to have a good head on my shoulders too. Turns out, it also helps to be in the right place at the right time.
In the aftermath of the defeat of The Engineer, people tried to get their lives back on track. Supermarkets reopened, school sessions resumed, and local government was quick to assure the public that things were back to normal. Never mind the occasional musclebound hero flying high overhead or the appearance of more and more superhuman beings among us.
I was on the job, microphone in hand as I stood on the boardwalk at our local beach in a cute little flower print sarong and heels; my tits barely contained in the tiniest white bikini top our producer could find. My hair was teased out and flowing on the breeze as I reported on a return to fun in the sun and normalcy. That's when the giant squid emerged from the ocean and brought my live report to a sudden halt.
Screaming sun worshippers ran past us as I tried to get the story, standing my ground as the massive eight armed menace crawled up onto the boardwalk and roared. It reached out for me and I felt my world coming to an end as I was lifted off my feet and into the air. Scooped right up out of my heels, I felt the wind in my hair as a massive tentacle swooshed past my head and strong arms lifted me up and rushed me to safety.
It all happened so fast. Everything was a blur. When I realized that the squid hadn't grabbed me and I was safe, I looked into the chocolate brown eyes of my hero and felt her body pressed flush against my own. God in heaven she was warm. So beautiful. As she flew me to safety I slid my arm around the back of her neck and looked deeply into those perfect eyes for the first time.
She carried me with one arm around my back and one beneath my knees, effortlessly holding me in her beautiful muscled arms as she descended to the ground a safe distance from the boardwalk. No one else was around us, and for a moment I had her all to myself. I took a step back as she released me, taking her in for the first time.
At six foot three in bare feet, Typhoon was a dark black amazon goddess with a body sculpted of perfect feminine muscle and curves. She wore a mask over her eyes that covered her from forehead to the bridge of her nose and hid her cheekbones in stark white material that contrasted her ebony perfection. Her costume was a one piece swimsuit that clasped behind her long and lovely neck, coddling her enormous breasts and leaving her back entirely bare. The material was so tight it hugged her like a second skin, her fat nipples on full display, my mouth watering as I oggled them. The bottom portion of her costume was cut incredibly high on both sides to expose her hips and powerful thighs. Around her waist she wore a flowing sash of dark red material tied at one side for flare.
She licked her thick ethnic lips as she looked at me, taking in my body in my own tiny outfit. With one hand on her hip, she stole a moment to explore my legs and tummy, to admire my breasts, and to memorize my face. I took her in as well. I couldn't hep but notice one particular attribute that both confused and excited me. I am not at all understating the fact that her cute little barely-there costume couldn't even begin to hide the length, thickness, and weight of her enormous black cock and balls. Fuck. She was perfect. I swear I could feel heat coming off that beautiful dick.
"I have to fight that thing." Typhoon spoke to me, glancing back to the boardwalk where the massive squid was running amuk. Her long raven-black curls danced in the air as she studied the monster, then glanced back to me. "Will you... wait for me?" She asked, almost shyly.
"I..." I began to speak, uncertain. I couldn't think strait as I took in her impossible body and ridiculous beauty. "Why? An interview? I'm a reporter." I said, feeling silly the moment the words left my mouth. Of course that's what she wanted. Why else would she want me to...
"I really want to fuck you." She spoke. I swear I felt my body turn to butter when she said it. I felt my pussy begin to weep. I was almost certain I hadn't heard her right.
She turned back to me, stepping close and sliding her hand around my lower back. She pulled me against her and I felt like I was melting as she guided my hand to her beautiful crotch. Soft white material stretched over a throbbing muscle that felt like an jungle snake in my hand. She smiled, then smashed her mouth against my own and invaded me with her tongue. I began to suck it at once, never once considering any other course of action. Pure, sweet, innocent little Veronica Martinez was ready to drop to her knees and suck cock like an overpaid whore.
"Please wait for me." She spoke once more. I was still speechless as she turned to leave. She took a step, the exploded upwards and into the sky. I was blown back by the shockwave of her, and felt myself giggle like a girl as I watched her go. She'd asked me to wait. Nothing could have moved me from that spot.
I was in awe of her as she battled the monstrous squid. Like a rocket of pure power she flew headlong into the beast and pummeled it with a fury I can't find the words to match. Heat rays from her eyes, incredible super speed, and ice-breath that froze the monster in a ice-burg the size of a stadium. She beat it back and finished the monster by sending it back out into the deep ocean miles from civilization. The crowd cheered. So did I. It was epic.