Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 72

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 72

Rukky cums again, and when she recovers, she’s fully engaged in the kiss, m0an!ng and humping her slim and asian body against mine for all it’s worth.



Rukky’s enthusiasm finally does it for me, and I begin firing my wad against the back of her womb, making us both cry out in unison.
Gravity slowly reasserts itself as we come down from our shared ecstasy.



I find that I’m still hard, but Rukky gingerly gets up, and grimaces. She notices my pointing bazooka, and weakly smiles.



“Looks like the light did its job. The true experiment is a success. Unfortunately you’re going to need to have someone else take care of that. I’m going to be sore for a week!” Rukky shakes her head, slowly. “The things I do for science.”
Rukky starts to head for her clothes, but thinking fast, I turn the yellow light on her, and she freezes in mid step. Standing up, I wait until I’m certain she’s fully healed, and enter her from behind. Rukky m0ans in pleasure, as her hand goes to the back of my head and pulls my lips down to hers.



“I’ve created a monster bazooka,” I hear her say, before we begin forking in earnest. My hand on her cl*t easily notices how large it’s gotten.
* * *
“Where are Vage and Varand?” I ask my sister as I walk into the compartment the two aliens are usually in.
“Vage is talking with the other ship captains, and Varand is taking care of your kids.” She pauses and looks at me for a bit, sU-Cking in her bottom lip, and I know she wants to say something.
“Out with it, Loveth. If we can’t be blunt and honest after everything we’ve done, then we’re more screwed up than I thought.”
“You never really spend any quality time with your kids Nick.” The words are out of her in a rush, and now I understand her trepidation. I have been avoiding them.
It’s not like I’ve left the room when they’re there, but I haven’t gone out of my way for them either. I have spent some time with them, but she’s right about it not being quality time. They are from my flesh and blood. Sure they’re not entirely human, but doesn’t that mean they need both parents all the same.



Ha! Rohy, did I just say both parents. As if I know anything about that. My dad had never been there, so what do I have as a role model? Jack Bauer, Detective Joe West? What about Clark Kent’s dad? Oh, sure I know they’re all fictional, but those are all I have. I know nothing about taking care of babies. Maybe they’ll be better off if Vage takes care of them.
“No, Nick,” Loveth says forcefully. Damn my broadcasting mind! I’ll bet the Green Lantern never has these problems. Well, maybe when he’s— “And don’t change the subject. Those are your kids in the other room. I’m not going to let you be a father like ours was. Now march your ugly a** in there, and get to know them.”
To say I feel shame, would be to call the Atlantic a pond. Loveth’s right of course (I’m making sure my thoughts are my own). Just because I had a bad example, doesn’t mean I can’t make a better one.



Varand is rocking one of the girls when I walk in. She only glances at me for a moment, then returns to her task. I remember how Vage had told me that her race doesn’t care for their kids the way humans do, and I can see that in the clinical way that Varand manages them. I think the only reason Vage takes such care with them, is because we made them together, rather than them being made on her.
“Can I have a moment with them?” I ask, and Varand lays the girl down on the soft blankets. She leaves the room, and I just stare down at the six half-human babies. I don’t know what to say. Can they even understand me? Of course not! They are too young.
I pick up one of the boys, this one with hands like his mother’s, but skin tone more like mine. He is small enough to fit comfortably in both of my hands. His head as big as Botaflica’s, He opens his too large eyes(the same as Rohy’s), and looks at me intently for a few moment, then reaches his tiny hand out to me, and smiles.
My heart melts, and I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur. “I should have come sooner. I should have spent more time with you. The bokoharms are coming next week, and I don’t know what to do about them. I brought you all back to life, and for what? To witness your father’s failure?” I shake my head, and the tiny boy looks at me confused. “And here I am, talking to a baby not even a month old as if you can understand.”
The baby boy reaches out his hand again, and this time grips my thumb.




‘You will do fine, father.’
The words don’t appear like when the wangers are used, but seem to enter my mind with a chorus of voices, all speaking in unison.
Shocked, I look at my other five children.




They’re all looking back to me, with a very serious look on their faces. I can’t help but wonder why these odd stares are coming from this tiny future