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A Superior Defense Chapter 3: Normality's Last Gasp For Heru By Draconicon

Being enhanced like this...isn't what I expected.

Samuel took a few deep breaths, trying to keep his attention on the television, trying to keep his focus on the flow of information, but it was a lot harder than it used to be. The temptation to use his powers to swallow it up in a few seconds was almost overwhelming, but he held himself back from it. After everything that had happened over the last few weeks...

The cobra looked down at himself, his tail sprawled out along one arm-rest and reaching over his back, sliding around his hood before coming down along the other arm-rest. He wasn't wearing anything; there weren't any clothes that could contain him anymore, and he didn't see the point of trying.

Is this another side effect? Must be...

His red-scaled fingers itched to grab at his shaft, throbbing gently against his belly even though it wasn't hard. The soft length had to be over 13 inches long, these days, and when it got hard -

Twitch.

No. No. Down. He pushed his thoughts elsewhere, doing his best not to think of the near twenty-inch monster that it became when it was hard, so big that he needed to use his powers to adjust the personal 'information' of other people to fit it, so sensitive and needy and -

"GAH!"

He panted, shaking his head as he turned back to the television. It had to be tied into the use of his powers. He'd stopped a week ago, and the growth had slowed as well. Which was a problem, considering that he couldn't go out on the streets like this, and the only way to hide himself was to use his powers to cloud his identity to others. It meant that he couldn't go out, couldn't do anything that involved being with other people without using his abilities, and if that meant that he was changing more...

He had to keep his mind intact. The alien invasion was getting closer and closer; the time spent setting up the Hands of Darkness and the Hands of Light - super villain and superhero guilds respectively - had taken him years. Two years to get the Hands of Light properly situated, and then another half year to get the Hands of Darkness arranged; all so that the world could be protected.

And he knew it wasn't enough. They'd fall to pieces in weeks if he wasn't around to keep them organized and keep the orders coming in. They'd turn on each other, no longer held back, and decimate their own ranks before the aliens arrived.

Which meant he had to use his powers sparingly. If he pushed it too hard...

Samuel shook his head. He'd just have to be careful. The cobra turned his attention back to the tv, crossing his legs a bit to try and keep from thinking of what was begging for attention.

At least there was always coverage on the two super groups. Either the HoD were being covered for another daring robbery - which always seemed to hurt someone that the public didn't like - or the HoL were being covered having saved someone and worked to better the lives of the public. Right at the moment, it seemed that they were covering the Titan Tiger's latest exploits, and Samuel smiled.

"Heh...And all those comic books thought that the world would be against superheroes."

They'd tried to be, at one point, but the news networks found out pretty quickly that it went against their public interests to start slamming the people that everyone loved. The reports turned positive very quickly, and even ran ads for the HoL sometimes.

He turned the volume up, listening as a rather nice-looking man gave his report.

"...Titan Tiger has done it again, as the invulnerable hero has stopped four bank robbers from taking more than two million dollars from a USBank here on 38th and Washington. It seems that the criminals had several hostages, but from what we can determine, there's been no injuries, and no serious problems."

"Of course there hasn't been. He's too good for that."

It was part of the reason he'd pushed Hector - otherwise known as Titan Tiger - to form the Hands of Light in the first place. He might not have been the most brilliant person around, but he was a good person. Samuel remembered knowing how much Hector wanted to help, how much the tiger, even before his transformation, had wanted to change the world and do things for other people.

Now he was doing it on a daily basis.

The camera swerved around, showing the tiger as he walked out of the bank. Samuel groaned a bit, looking at the way that the hero's costume hugged at his whole body, squeezing at a package that was most definitely bigger than it used to be, and at an ass that looked like it was about ready to rip through the back of the feline's costume. He licked his lips, remembering the time that he'd had the tiger bent over, how that hole had tasted, how it had felt around his cock -

"Mmmph!"

He groaned, his toes curling a bit as his cock started growing up his stomach, hardening slowly and begging for attention. The cobra smacked it, shaking his head.

"Go down!"

It ignored him, continuing to throb steadily as he watched the newscast. One of the reporters walked up to the tiger, talking with him about the robbery and how things had gone, but all Samuel had time for was the sexy beast.

He was so muscled, so powerful. He had grown into an upstanding member of the hero community, strong enough that no one dared try and topple him on a physical match, and his leadership of the Hands of Light was unchallenged. He was a perfect a physical specimen as one could ask for.

Suddenly, the reporter's questions were interrupted by the whirring of police sirens. The camera bumped up and down - the cameraman probably jostled out of the way, he realized - and when it refocused, it showed...

"What...No, they can't be that stupid."

It showed a policeman squad pulling the tiger off to the side, dragging him away from the camera and the reporters and everyone else that had gathered outside of the bank. The camera zoomed for a moment, and he saw the lettering on the bulletproof jackets.

FBI? But...

The temptation for more information reached out for him again, but he made himself wait. Maybe the reporter would get some information for him...

Thankfully, they did. The reporter ran right up to the officer, shoving a microphone in his face.

_"Sir, just a few questions. What is going on here? You're arresting a hero. What sort of thing -"

"This doesn't concern you. We're taking him in for some questioning on serious matters."

"Officers, he's a hero. Come on, the public knows that Titan Tiger is watching out for them. You can let us know."

"Sensitive matters. Now, please, get out of our way."

"What is it, huh? Classified? Top secret?"

"Job ending, if you keep asking. Get out of the way."_

The officer pushed his way past the reporter, using his bulk and that of the other officers behind him, to drag the tiger away. Samuel groaned, slapping his hand against his face.

And because he's a decent person, he's not going to fight against law enforcement, even when it might be the better idea...

He got up from the chair, walking over to his phone. It was an old one, wall-mounted, but he'd paid a fair bit of money to get it hooked up to a few private numbers. Numbers that were hard-lined away from the public network. Numbers that wouldn't get tracked.

The first call went out fast, and was answered just as quickly.

"Boss. You saw the news?"

"I did. Do you have any idea -"

"Yeah. You hear about that new government building, just outside of the air force base?"

"I've heard of it. The news was going on about it earlier this week. Something about a new ammo depot."

"Fuck that. It's got way too many chemical trucks and construction crews around for something like that. And mercs, too."

"Mercenaries...that doesn't sound good."

"Yeah. Why would you put mercs on a military base?"

"Because you have something to hide..."

"You got that right, boss. So, what's going on in that head of yours?"

There was a reason he'd hired Dirk, publically known as Shadow, as the head of the Hands of Darkness. The rat was very good at picking up the situation, and was one of the few people out there that knew the story - or as much as he did - about the aliens coming in to wipe them out. The rodent was as invested as he was at making sure that it would never happen.

Samuel thought about it for a moment. If there was a new facility out there, he could find out what it was quickly enough. The internet kept a constant information flow that he could track back to the source, verifying what it was...

But it would mean using his powers again, and he wasn't sure just where he would go after this. As it was, his libido was skyrocketing, and he didn't know if he could keep up with it if he adjusted his body any further.

That said...

"Get your best four fighters and two sneaks. I'll call Roger and set up a meeting place."

"The Hammer? Really?"

"If we're going in, we'll need to hit hard."

"...Fuck, we're really going to do this, aren't we?"

"Only way to keep it together."

He hung up the phone, shaking his head as he dialed the second number. This wasn't going to be easy; Roger was an ambitious sort of man, and he might find that he liked the idea of taking Hector's place at the top of the heap. That said, he was also the sort that would make sure that a friend stayed safe...

He just hoped that Roger still thought of Titan Tiger as a friend.

Alright...the meeting's set up...now...

Samuel leaned over his computer, his hands shaking as they hovered above the keyboard. It was only a simple thing that he was going to do, but it was the first use of his powers in over a week.

Just make sure to keep it quick, and then we'll get going. No one will see you this late, and you can handle working with just your driver's mind...

Nevertheless, he was more than a little worried. His dick was already standing up, oozing and dripping and begging for attention, and it was taking a good bit of his willpower to keep from tending to it. He wanted to sit down, bring up some porn, and start jerking off. He wanted to reach out with his abilities and get that hot ass from next door to come over here and sit on his dick. He wanted...

"Just...do it."

Gritting his teeth, he pressed his fingers to the keyboard, and pushed out his power. Strings of energy, like slithering snakes, pushed into the machine and then shot through the internet.

Already he could feel the flow of information coming back to him, his ability to follow and manipulate it rushing through his mind. He ducked into the flow, finding the keywords, the different bits and pieces that talked about the facility being built on the base, and latched onto them.

Even as he worked, following the flickering, glimmering colors within the vast rainbow river that was the internet, he could feel the tingles building up in his body, the slow throbbing between his legs getting ever more insistent. As he leaped from one iota of data to another, following it further and further to the original orders, he felt his cock growing more and more insistent, throbbing harder, dripping more.

Adjusting his hips to keep it from landing on the keyboard, he felt his mind slipping past a few barriers. Nothing strong, government firewalls that he'd long since learned to ignore. Battering through, pushing past to the documented orders on the hard drives deep, deep in the blackest archives.

And then...he found it.

"Gods..."

He yanked himself back, cutting off the flow as fast as he could, but even that wasn't quite enough. The naked cobra stumbled as he rocked back and forth, making his way to the door of his apartment before almost falling through. The weight of his dick - topping over twenty-one inches now, with him standing almost eight feet tall at this point - nearly pulled him off his feet...

But he kept walking. He had to get to the gathering, and fast.

He left the driver with the effect of being paid - a simple movement of funds from one account to another, done by touching the pad that connected to the banks - and hurried into the little restaurant on the edge of town. Long since abandoned, the diner made for a wonderful meeting point for people that didn't want to be seen. Sometimes, that was drug dealers, sometimes out of town criminals.

Tonight, it was a bunch of supers that didn't particularly like each other.

Samuel was about to open the door when one of the windows broke, a chair going through it. The cobra sighed.

Looks like they're at it again, he thought as he opened the door.

Dirk and Roger - a rhino - stood in the middle of the restaurant. The other heroes and villains looked on from the sidelines, each respective guild having brought five people in addition to their leader. The Hammer turned, spotting him, and snorted.

"Samuel, if what this rodent says is true -"

"Fucker, you know my name."

"Shut your mouth, evil-doer!"

Dirk rolled his eyes, and Samuel was more than tempted to do the same. The Hammer had always been a bit too eager to embrace the whole 'tradition' of superheroes doing things to pound evil out of existence, to the point where he had become something of a parody of the trope. The cobra kept to the shadows, though, not wanting to show off what was still throbbing between his legs.

The rhino didn't let up, however.

"If what this...villain...says is true, you've been working with the Hands of Darkness since the start! What is the meaning of this?"

"He follows my orders. As does Hector. As should you."

"Orders? Heroes follow justice! And if you're on their side -"

"I'm on the side of humanity, Hammer. If you'd be quiet for a moment?"

The rhino grumbled, but nodded. Getting the feeling he was more getting the rope to hang himself than getting the option of explaining himself, Samuel started to reach out with his power to blank their minds towards his state of dress...

Then stopped himself.

I shouldn't... He would need his power at the facility, and the more he used it now, the more changed he'd become. He needed to conserve it.

So it was with a little embarrassment that the cobra stepped into the low light, letting his dick finally come into view. Almost everyone - on both sides - gasped at the sight of the mammoth thing, with only Dirk looking at it with a bit of a shrug.

Then again, Dirk was probably the only one who remembered getting fucked by it.

At least his red scales kept his slight blush to a minimum, letting him walk up with a modicum of dignity.

"You all know by now that Titan Tiger was arrested. That was all over the news."

"Yes, and he will be released soon, I have no doubt."

"You don't know how wrong you are, Ham...er."

Samuel stopped the rhino with a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.

"He's right, Hammer. Titan Tiger has been taken to a new facility. Whatever they were telling people at the air force base, it's not meant for an ammunition depot. It's something a great deal worse."

"Are you telling me that the government has been lying to us?"

"As unbelievable as you seem to think that is, yes."

"Impossible."

"Quite possible." He glanced at the other heroes. "Is there anyone here that carries some gadgets around?"

One of them, a fox, held up his hand.

"Alright. Log onto the wifi around here, and look for the backdoor I left on the local city website. You'll find all the information there."

It had been a bit of a trick to leave a backdoor while pulling out of the computer that quickly, but it had been done. He continued his speech while the fox worked to log in.

"While the public likes you a great deal, Hammer, the government does not. We have all been riding on popular support with the people, and that has protected us for a while. However, when some of you have started running for office - and I know, it is your right - it scared them. Several members of the senate have stepped aside and asked what will happen if a hero is in charge of other people, and others have questioned whether it will be safe to allow you and yours to keep spreading without oversight."

Which is part of the reason I set up two of you; if there was ever a problem, one could start handling the other...

"They came after Titan Tiger because he was a convenient target, and because they could pretend to be 'consulting' with him while they have him locked away. This facility -"

"Oh...god...damn..."

Samuel nodded at the fox's words.

"Yes. They've built a re-education and deconstruction facility. Titan Tiger is the first, but if they succeed in breaking him down, he won't be the last. If they can't have genuine superiority and authority over the supers, then they will make sure that they have whatever they can get."

The faces of hero and villain fell, and he knew what they were imagining without even looking in their heads. Each and every one was thinking of what would happen to them if they were captured, if they were put in a facility like that. How would it feel, they were thinking, to have their thoughts bent around to do something else, to listen and obey one person and one person only?

Almost...almost like what he was doing to them?

Samuel squelched the thought, shaking his head. It was a different thing. He was working to save the world, while the government was working out of fear. They were trying to take control of them completely; he was merely turning their attention towards a goal and letting them live freely. There was a major difference.

He let the fox show everyone the website, and even Hammer seemed to get the picture after reading through the documents. Unfortunately, it was a rather angry picture, leading him to throw another stool across the room.

"Those bastards! Those cowardly bastards!"

"Yeah, yeah, we all knew that from the start. Screw government and all that. The question is, what the fuck are we doing?"

Hammer glared at the rat, but didn't answer. Instead, he did the right thing. He looked to the cobra.

"Well...What do we do?"

"Something fairly simple, in the grand scheme of things."

Samuel held out his hand.

"We take Titan Tiger back...and in the process, we put the Hands of Light in charge of the government, instead of the other way around."

Mutters and rustling filled his ears from the Hands of Darkness' ranks, but he knew that he had to make this offer to the HoL. They were the guardians of the public, they were the ones that everyone loved, and they were the ones that could be supported. As much as the HoD were liked in some circles, it was far from a universal approval, and they needed that for a transfer of power of this magnitude.

Plus, there was no way that the Hands of Light would accept the villains being the ones in charge, or even being equal. He had to play that game. A glance at Dirk showed that the rat understood, at least.

Finally, the Hammer reached out and took his hand.

"We take him back. Tonight?"

"Tonight."

After ten minutes of planning and thirty minutes negotiating, their strategy was set. The hard-hitters of the guilds would take a position just out of the spotlights and sentries of the base, while the HoD's sneaks would make their way in and neutralize a few positions. When that was done, the whole group would charge in and make a royal mess of things.

Everyone was instructed to avoid causing any casualties to the staff of the base. Samuel needed the body count to stay down if they were going to spin it the right way, and though it would make it more difficult, they agreed.

While that was going on, he, Dirk, and the Hammer would make their way towards wherever Titan Tiger was being held, and break him out. They'd leave, then, and after a good speech from the tiger, get things changed.

That was the plan. The reality...well, it was a little louder.

"I don't think we needed to make a door like that, Hammer."

"I thought it was good to recycle; I recycled a jeep to make a key."

"Yes...I can see that."

As they walked by the flaming wreckage of the vehicle, Samuel started letting out his tendrils of information manipulation. He reached out for the bundles of information that made up the human guards and mercenaries that filled the multi-story facility, turning off any awareness of him or his companions for those that were nearest, and then kept searching for the bundle that was their target.

It spread out quickly, but not quickly enough. He groaned, having to lean a bit on the rhino as he felt his lusts burning, building.

This is not a good time for this.

"Could you, um, not drip that all over me?"

"Not much I can do about it..."

The cobra groaned, glancing down the rhino's body, unable to quite banish the thought of using him and having him between his legs. The idea of those rubbery, thick lips wrapped around his cock, giving it the worship that it deserved, was more enticing than it should have been.

It didn't help that Dirk was walking ahead of the both of them, and that the rat's ass was so very well framed in his costume. It hugged those ass cheeks so tightly that it might as well have been painted on, and he licked his lips as he remembered those tight little cheeks squeezing down on his cock, that rim modified so that it could take every inch of the cobra's shaft, plunging in deep, deep, deep -

"Mmmph...Left..."

He muttered as they came to a t-junction, feeling the presence of the hero further down in that direction. They turned, walking quietly through sterile yellow-white hallways. The lights were dim, which - with their dark costumes - gave them a small advantage.

Particularly as two mercenaries in white and black stepped around the corner.

"What the -"

"Get them!"

The humans raised a pair of automatic rifles, but even as they pulled the trigger, the Hammer was running down the corridor. The bullets spanged and ricocheted off of him, hitting the walls and digging into them as he charged.

Not much could stand up to the rampage of a charging rhino, and it was clear that the mercenaries were not among the few things that could. They went down hard as he slammed his arms into their throats, knocking them out in one blow. Dirk whistled.

"Remind me never to get in his way..."

"The view is...much better from behind."

"Boss...you okay?"

"I will be."

"..."

They kept walking, Samuel guiding them through the outline of the base. It was so clear in his head, so easy to draw on the information around him. Just leaning on the wall gave him a better map than the blueprints of the building could have supplied, and he groaned as he made his way towards the edge of the hallway.

The building 'said' that there was a large chamber ahead, filled with three different bundles of information besides the one that they were looking for. Hammer could probably deal with it, but...

"Shadow..."

Dirk nodded, not even needing to be told what to do. The rat shimmered away, turning invisible, and walked off. They didn't have to wait long before a scientist opened the door, and Samuel watched as the rat-shaped bundle of information ducked in with him. The Hammer shook his head.

"What are we waiting for? What if he turns to their side, like the villain he is?"

"He knows what's at stake."

"Hmmph. He'd surrender one of us, I imagine. Villainy knows no limits."

"He knows more than you. If he turns us in, he knows his time is limited."

The rhino arched an eyebrow, but Samuel could feel the wheels turning in his head. He was starting to get the picture that the rat and the villains knew more than the heroes did, about something that was important, no less.

Samuel could have pushed that away, could have messed with his head to stop it...but he couldn't. Not when he was this focused on his own need, not when his cock was throbbing and begging for attention.

Already, his hand was slowly dragging down along the rhino's back, working closer and closer to his big, muscled ass. It was so wide and looked like it would make for a great handful if he could just get it exposed. It wouldn't take much work; just a little tweak of the rhino's personal information to take him from a hero to an eager slut...and it wouldn't be permanent, just for a few -

Shhnick.

The door opened again, and Dirk stepped out.

"It's clear, but Boss...you gotta see this."

Intrigued, Samuel stepped forward. He walked past the usual line of terminals and medical equipment that came with these sorts of labs, and past a number of unconscious humans - all sporting marks on the backs of their necks, as though injected with something - but his attention was quickly brought to their target.

Titan Tiger was here, alright, but tied up and spread-eagled in a big machine. His head was covered with a metal helmet, and shimmers of light were coming through the gaps of it. His costume had been ripped off of him, and bits of his fur had been shaved away, giving spaces for pads to monitors his vitals.

And judging from the throbbing cock between his legs, the images and conditioning work of the helmet weren't entirely based on normal 'submission to authority.'

Hammer growled, reaching for him, but Samuel stopped him with a gesture.

"Wait...let...let me do this."

If someone was putting commands into his heroes, he needed to know what they were, and he needed to do damage control. Even if it was a bit of a risk. Samuel reached out, putting his hand on the machine, and dove in.

Immediately he was carried on through the streams of information right into the tiger's head. He was surrounded by sexual imagery, of the tiger bending over for his reward after a job well done. Of the tiger being a blank-minded drone when he was on a mission, and 'alive' and enjoying himself when he was back at home. Of his hero being a twisted slave of his former self.

Samuel roared, a hissing sound that rasped and grew with each passing second. He ripped through the information, splitting it up before putting a block on the river of it flowing into the tiger's mind. He cast about, throwing tendrils this way and that, gathering up the pieces of Hector Marquez and putting it back together.

"You will not...take my tiger...and turn him into...that..."

He growled under his breath, hissing angrily as he pulled Hector together again. For a brief moment, he actually forgot about the throbbing between his legs. For a moment, he forgot about his lusts in his pure anger at what had been done to a hero.

For a moment.

Then, as the machine shut down, and as Titan Tiger came back out of it, it hit him all at once. Samuel groaned, his hands finally falling to his cock as he hissed slowly, looking around at the two heroes and his villain. They all looked back at him. Hammer was backing up slowly, while Titan Tiger was slowly pulling himself to his feet. Only Dirk didn't pull back.

"Well, here we go a - mmph!"

It came from him before he could stop it, tendrils for each of them, pulling them close. All three on their knees, looking up at him, looking past his cock. Their costumes were gone, information deleted, no longer needed. The cobra was running on auto-pilot, pulling Hammer and Dirk to be at his sides, while Titan Tiger looked up at the tip of his cock.

"Suck..."

And suddenly, two tongues and one mouth were playing over his cock. The naked cobra moaned, his cock jumping and twitching like mad, even as his fingers played with the rat's and rhino's asses. Both were muscular and hard, though Hammer's was thicker and much harder than the rat's. Both were eager, pushing back against him...

And both were so hot as he slid a finger into each. The boys moaned under him, gasping and shivering as he filled their holes with his fingers. In and out, in and out, he fingerfucked them hard. They leaned forward, gasping and groaning from the sudden overstimulation - another easy shift of their bodies, making their holes extra sensitive - while Titan Tiger...

The hero was halfway down his massive cock, sucking it and licking with his rasping tongue. It teased him, licking right under the head, right over the tip whenever he pulled back, before scraping and nudging along the underside as he slid down. Samuel groaned, his hips twitching as he thrust back and forth, using the hero's mouth as a fuck toy, filling it and emptying it again and again.

His balls smacked against the tiger's chin on one sudden thrust, and he felt Titan Tiger groan, swallowing and gagging around it. Samuel didn't care. He was so close...so close...

"Cum...cum for me, boys...Cum..."

As he rammed two fingers up the asses of the rhino and the rat, he felt them shudder beneath him, and give in to his commands. He felt their loads spray all over the ground, some of it tangling between his toes, and the rest spreading across the smooth floor. Even Titan Tiger came, without any stimulation to his ass or his cock at all.

And then...then he came.

Samuel moaned at the top of his lungs as he came hard enough to force his cock back out of the tiger's mouth, the pressure shoving the hero back until the tip popped free, his load squirting all over the feline's face. It splattered here and there and everywhere, adding a whole new set of stripes to his look.

The cobra panted as he fell back, almost collapsing completely. He did land on his ass, staring ahead of him, looking at the open, twitching holes of his fellow supers, and at the cum-covered face of the one they'd come to rescue.

Sanity descended, and he shuddered. With that load just out of him, he felt like he could think clearly again.

I can't let it build up like that again. I need...I need a group, to make sure that it doesn't keep happening. Or I'm going to be a wreck. Maybe -

Another series of gunshots went off, and he was reminded of the battle going on elsewhere. He stood up, and quickly shifted the heroes and villain back to their normal state of mind.

"We have work to do."

"In an astonishing turn of events, the government has released a statement via local Air Force Colonel Mason that a secret bill has been passed. It seems that this bill, now known as the Caped Congress, will allow superheroes and others, in addition to other things, replace their current congressmen and..."

Samuel smiled slightly as the reporter continued to give out the information. It was interesting to watch; the young man was one of only two people in the facility not currently under his control. The air force colonel, the scientists that had made their confession on live TV, the heroes that were waiting to receive their new positions of authority; all of them had a connection back to his head.

It was so...easy. Information flowed everywhere, all the time, and he felt like it should have been difficult to keep up with all the updates, all the different access points, but it was so simple. Right now, he had almost a thousand people under his direct control, and most were doing a great deal of work to clean up the mess that the government had made here.

As he'd come out of the lab, he'd reached out and taken control of every merc, every soldier, every hero that had been on the premises. Most of the villains, too, touching their minds and freezing their information status where it was. No stimulation, no processing, no additions; just stasis. In such a state, it had been easy to disarm them, to take away their weapons, and then make a call.

Of course, this Caped Congress bill was not actually real...not yet, anyway, but it would mean that people would be drawn towards DC, perhaps even to the UN, where it would be tried and put on display to the world. Once there, he could make the decisions for everyone...

He groaned under his breath as the Hammer rode up and down on his cock, looking down at the submissive hero. Ever since the end of it, when he had put in a switch, the rhino had become so very eager to serve him. It wouldn't be a total thing; he would need him on the front lines, after all. But having him as an option for a night of fun was good. He'd already made a list for more, handing them off to Titan Tiger, and he looked forward to getting to know all of his heroes very intimately.

Up and down, up and down that hot, gray ass bounced, so hard, and so tight around his thick shaft. It was up another couple of inches, and likely to grow further before the night was out. But he felt like there was an upper limit about to be reached. No more growth there, but only growth of his libido.

"Boss, you gonna be okay?"

He turned away from the bouncing rhino, looking at the other non-controlled person. Dirk leaned against the wall, arching an eyebrow, and Samuel shrugged.

"I don't know. I've been...having problems, but I think I've found a way around it."

"By making a harem? Kinda fucked up, this day and age."

"It's not the same as what they were going to do."

"I didn't say it was, boss. Just...take care, huh?"

"Going back to the guild?"

"Yeah. I need to make sure that there's nothing I need to take care of. They're not gonna be happy about this."

"I'll make it up to them."

"Better. I'm doing my best, but I ain't got your skills. Good luck...And give that rhino a good hard fuck for me."

"Heh...I will."

As soon as the rat walked out, Samuel leaned over the hero and started rutting him properly. The big guy was one of the few that could take the cobra's full length without modification, and he used that to his fullest advantage. In and out, in and out, his heavy, full balls smacking against that ass...

Until he finally came. He filled him to the brim, but barely felt the different in his cock and his balls. Even as he pulled back, watching Hammer cum, he knew that he needed more.

"Next."

One of the heroes stepped off of the stage, even as Hammer walked onto it. No one made a comment about the shift, not even the reporter. After all, all the heroes on stage looked like they were dressed, even if they were nude; he'd made sure of that.

As the fox laid down and lifted up his ass, Samuel smiled, leaning in and taking a few sniffs. Sweaty and warm, damp and musky; just like he'd hoped for. He started licking it, feeling it open up, and he imagined how many other rumps he'd sample tonight before his lusts were sated enough for him to think.

The End