I was starting to think this wasn't going my way. My costume had long been burnt away, utterly exposed. Another blast, but the bestial hero bearing down on me barely seemed to care for the glancing blow.
A punch to my stomach sends me reeling, and I double over, a clawed and scaled hand grabbing my wrist before I can fire again. A draconic face smirks, and he plucks me up, carrying me from the corner shop to a nearby alleyway..
No. No, please-
The realisation sets in, and I thrash, but the vigilante's unnatural strength doesn't let me even budge his grip.
Roughly pinned against the brickwork, a large knotted cock is pulled free, and I shudder. Trying to plead- a thumb sticks in my mouth, and pins my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. My words reduced to incoherent noise, as the cock lines up against my pussy.
It doesn't bother with much foreplay; a few teasing rubs of the oversized cock, before it pushes in. Unprepared, my eyes widen and I squeal.
His movements are rough, and brutal; I'm nothing but a particularly disobedient fleshlight to use, for him. A hole he doesn't particularly care about. Humiliated sobs and unwelcome moans of pleasure fill the air, as he uses me so, knotted and rough cock filling me so easily. I cum, soon enough, and the hero laughs at me.
Not too long after, his length throbs, and a flood of thick liquid begins; pumped into me with thrust after thrust.
“...you need to get a new line of work. What is this, the tenth time for me alone?”
He smirks at me. Dropping me to the floor, and turning to leave. Just- just leaving me here. Naked, and dripping his cum..
Mercifully, my moans and sobbing had left me too out of breath for the “twelve actually” to escape my throat as anything more than a cough.
That bastard..
And I was going to have to streak home back… fuck
....The worst part was this was still one of my most dignified fights in weeks
