Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 55

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 55

]“Nick, You had me so worried,” Tina whispers, breaking off the kiss, and looking me fiercely in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving your side again.”
I nod, knowing she’d been terrified while I’d been gone.
Tina squeals, and simultaneously hugs me tightly to her na*ked form, before rolling me onto my back. Sliding back, it only takes her a moment to get the angle right, and my head slips past her first folds. While she’s wet, she’s not nearly as wet as she usually is when we have S£x.
“I need to feel connected with you, to know you’re alive.” Until now I guess I really didn’t understand how much she felt for me. I mean, I know she loves me, but I guess I didn’t understand just how deeply that ran for her. She must have been at her wits end yesterday. Then, even lying with me all day, I’d be surprised if she left to do more than go to the bathroom.

I felt my heart warm for this woman. We’d been through some tough times in our odd relationship, but I couldn’t deny that I truly cared for her.

What then of my feelings for Stephanie? I care deeply for her too. Great! I think. What kind of a lecherous man am I that I’m falling for two women?
Thinking of my sister makes three, and gives me the answer. Rand al’Thor, eat your heart out!
While I’ve been ruminating, Tina’s been working on getting me deeper inside her, and I hear her grunt as I poke at her womb. “I love you, Nick. Never let me go.” Then, without any preamble, she begins to move against me. She continues hugging me tightly to her slim body, her firm bre*asts rubbing against my chest, and her pus*sy sliding along most of my member, making me m0an loudly as we make love.

“Oh, fork, Nick. You always feel so good inside me. Yes, grab my butt0ckz. Make me Pour, Nick. Make me Pour all over your massive Bazooooooooka!” She shudders as her orgasm strikes, and I powerfully hunch my hips, driving deep inside her, striking her deepest points over and over again. Her orgasm seems to go on and on, and finally I can take no more, and loose my ejaculate into her clutching V, sending her to a whole new realm of ecstasy.

* * *

I’m almost late for the competition, and Tina asks why it’s so important for me to go. Even Dennis and Rose are curious as to why I’m going to do a math competition, when there are so many other things that I could be doing in preparation for the coming ßokoharm invasion.

For that matter, I don’t know why it’s important. I can’t give them an answer, and just shrug as I get out to my car, all three of them in tow. When I realized that Dennis and Rose have every intention of sticking with me until they ditch town, I know my car will be too small, and we end up taking Tina’s car instead. The way the three are acting, I almost feel like I have my own personal guard service.

It isn’t until now, sitting behind my team’s table, that I begin to understand why I want to be here so badly. It isn’t for Professor Jane, or the rest of my math team. It’s not even for school pride. And despite all the whispers and odd stares I get from everyone who’d thought I was dead, this still feels right.

This competition is something I understand. It’s something that I can to a degree control, and know how I’m going to play it. Sure, I don’t know what questions they’re going to throw at me, or what the other team will be like, but math is something that I can control, and it’s unchanging. No matter how you play it, two plus two will always equal four, unless you are on your 7th bottle of Goldberg beer when you were asked.
Tony, John, and Phillip all gape at me, as I take the last seat at the table.
“What happened to you, yesterday?” Phillip asks in a whisper that everyone can hear. I’m gratified to see that his acne has cleared up, but still bothered that I couldn’t repair his skin. Hmm, I ponder, I’ve been able to do more lately than I could at the beginning. Maybe. . . Yes! The switch to repair the acne damage to his skin forms, though I’m unable to move it more than just a tick.
“Yeah,” Tony follows up, “we all thought you were dead, and then when you didn’t show up in class today. . .” Tony keeps blinking at me behind his thick glasses, and I realize they’re no longer to his prescription.

“Have you been getting headaches?” I ask him, ignoring their questions.
His beady appearing eyes blink a few more times, before saying,
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
I move his ‘vision correcting’ switch all the way, and he gasps, but I also lean forward and pull his thick frames off his nose at the same time.
“But I need those. . .” he argues, then blinks some more, and looks around. “How did you—?”
“The way you kept squinting through them,” I tell him, as if that explains everything.

“The police were looking for you,” John says, as though it’s her turn to try to get an answer from me. Her transgendered skin definitely looks like it fits her better, but isn’t perfect yet.