Feedback Loop (Verse & obieblu)

[obieblu]

The world had grown accustomed to superhuman conflict. Factions rose and fell, but Vanguard remained a steadfast force. Known globally as elite protectors, they operated out of their high-tech base just north of New York City. With the world's top-tier supervillains having seemingly given up years ago, the public believed the forces of good had won. For now. Superheroing had become mostly capturing and cleaning up after a few discount rascals.

At Vanguard HQ, Solaris and Tempest sat in a secure meeting room, engaged in a quiet call with government authorities. Solaris was calm and focused as she spoke back to an unseen video screen, while Tempest fiddled with the tip of one of his dreadlocks in annoyance. Elsewhere, Vigil was hunched over a work table in his lab, preferring the low hum of his drones to human company. No one ever really knew where Obsidian was. The team joked about her tendency to 'lurk mysteriously'. Though, she always appeared exactly when needed, without warning or explanation.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Nico Flores, also known as Flow, and Amp were in their element. Nico stood over the stove, sporting a snug t-shirt that clung to his sun-kissed, chiseled athletic form and sported a large logo for an ocean preservation organization. He jested with his girlfriend, Amp, in a light-hearted manner while they engaged in a lively debate over the seasoning of their midday meal. They shared a laugh, their chemistry palpable.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The alarm blared. The team reacted instantly, knowing it signaled something serious. Solaris became a blur as she sped to the locker room, donning her white and gold armor as she readied for battle. Tempest followed, donning his sleek, low-friction bodysuit designed to reduce wind resistance. With his dreadlocks tied back, he was ready for action. In the lab, Vigil grabbed a mass of nano-drones and headed for the hangar. Obsidian was already there, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Her ultra-black suit, painted with a material that absorbed all light, made her presence unsettlingly quiet. She said nothing, as usual.

Nico pulled on his sleeveless, lightly armored bodysuit. The coal gray and dark aqua panels hugged his form, while the piping glowed electric blue, indicating he was already charging. Tying back his wild hair, he grinned. "Guess lunch will have to wait."

Amp shook her head with a smirk, as she slipped her uniform top over her red hair. "You turned off the stove, right?"

The Harrier jet roared to life, carrying the team through the skies. As the crash scene of a downed satellite came into view, the anticipation was palpable. Solaris stood steady, her focus unshakable as she monitored the landscape below. Vigil activated several crates full of his aerial drones which produced a buzzing sound loud enough to be heard over the jet engines.

The moment for deployment arrived. Solaris led the charge, launching herself from the open hatch, moving as if gravity was nothing but an afterthought. Vigil followed, with drones attached to his nano-suit, stabilizing his descent. Four other flying drones broke away to begin reconnaissance around the crash site.

Flow turned to Amp with a handsome, mischievous grin, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Stay safe, babe."

Amp rolled her eyes, smirking. "You too."

Flow smiled as he jumped out of the open bay door backwards then did a combined twist and summersault, like a diver might. With controlled energy bursts, he leveled out and fell in just behind Solaris, though much less gracefully. Nico would never admit it to the serious Solaris, but he found this fun. He'd joined the team almost a year ago, and while there were some scrapes and bruises and close calls, nothing had counter-balanced his sheer joy in the sensation of rocketing through the air and into opponents, fueled by the confidence of his teammates and awe of bystanders.

Vigil took a more methodical descent, analyzing his drones' feeds as they circled the crash site at a moderate distance. Meanwhile, the jet began its own descent, readying to drop off the non-fliers.

Hovering above the wreckage of the satellite was their enemy—a tall, menacing figure encased in a dark suit with silver protrusions. His black hair and equally dark eyes gave him an air of calm menace.

Flow didn't recognize the figure, or at least their costume. Still, filled with the boundless confidence of his teammates and crew of he jet, he awaited his leader's standard opening. Solaris narrowed her eyes, tempering her first blinding white blast of solar laser, aimed directly at the dark figure below.

 

[Verse]

He looked at the wreckage of the satellite. These things were hideous when they flew, borrowing from Earth's gravity - like unwelcome piercings on a face. It was better now, closer to the ground where the ore had come from. It didn't get in the way of the way things ought to be.

Callyn Kein had grown up with splitting headaches. The toddler had been catatonic and his parents hadn't known what to do. The doctors said there was nothing wrong other than a constant state of high stress hormones. When he was too young to, he'd stolen his fathers motorbike and driven where the call had had come from, when it crystalize among the banshee suffering that wracked through his skull and bones and muscle fibers. An abandoned town, five gas tanks away. He crawled through the dust and found his way through long since decayed security in a facility the town had been built around. He found his peace in rubble. He found his peace was the rubble.

He wore them now, where he'd connected them through his skin, and spilled his own blood. They had quieted the signals, and let him feel and think finally. His senses had waited to tell him the truths about earth, to guide him through its unseen fields, and to ingest them. It was like activating dormant organs. It told him how the oceans worked, and how they extended beyond their liquid, and how the sun charged the earth with more than humans could dream. That's how he knew this satellite had been a bane on the atmosphere. That's how he knew there was nothing alive that could stop him. Not alone. And not in a group like this.

The hovering being turned decidedly human eyes at the people who'd come. This wasn't the first time he'd tried to make the fields of earth symmetric. His work was usually known as natural disasters or great malfunctions in large systems. They'd lost him in the grandness of his destruction. They hadn't thought, even in a world of ultra beings, that one could have been the cause of the events he ushered in. The people who saw his work, and didn't know it was him, only knew him by the alert on their screens

Critical.

He smiled at them. Angular face and bladed eyes atop a body that had filled its flesh with strength after a childhood of physical neglect. But the expression became stale when he sensed flies in his air, the noisy kind, the kind with a buzzing sound loud enough to be heard over the jet engines. The hovering, dark silhouette reached toward them, as though extending peace to Solaris, though she was still at quite the distance, but when he clenched his fist just as her laser reach him, the drones closes to him collided in the same speed, interrupting Solaris's beam, exploding together, and making fires as they fell to the ground already marred by satellite debris.

One of these visitors resounded with Cal's own ability, though it was infinitely more juvenile and primal in its nature. Fun. The rest were strong in their own, insignificant way, but couldn't hope to compare. Again, he stood without threat.

"You'll get in the way, you think." his words came from everywhere, like they'd been traveling this way for quite a while and only now reached the group's ears. "But you're just going to get pillaged and torn down. I'd tell you to get the fuck out. But you're not going to. So I'll have my fun."

 

[obieblu]

The combined explosion of Vigil's drones coupled with Solaris first investigatory laser caused a brilliant flash of orange light across everyone on the battlefield. Flow's googles immediately darkened to protect him from the flash, though the function was specifically engineered to protect from Solaris herself.

Solaris, unfazed, ordered "Flow, to the left. Vigil, get me intel." In an instant, Solaris darrted sharply to the right, her form dissolving into a hazy streak of motion before momentarily materializing again. She fired off a short solar blast from her eyes, only to blur skywards in the next heartbeat. Each time she paused for a fraction of seconds, she unleashed a rapid-fire burst of stark white laser. Then, with an eerie effortlessness, she would plunge or ascend or dart in zigzag patterns, releasing another burst. It was a strategy designed to confuse and bewilder Critical, keeping his focus with her unpredictable movements and quick attacks.

Flow's body contracted and then sprung, as if he was literally pushing off the air behind him. With a soft burst of blueish light, Flow launched himself to the left, his body moving with a rigid trajectory. His flight was not smooth but rather jerky as he would adjust his angle with each successive blast. Flow's dark suit, traced with glowing lines of aquamarine light, was not the most discreet visual, but was still a lot less eye-catching compared to Solaris's solar lasers. The young hero took full advantage, deftly circling around behind Critical, positioning himself like a hawk ready to swoop down on its prey from behind.

Nico loved this. Not the danger and violence, but reveling in letting his powers loose, feeling the air caress his skin and tugging against his body as he rocketed through the sky. There was also a great satisfaction in the impactful collision of his body against a foe, the confidence in his own physical superiority, even if the enemy was biologically stronger. This flight was unlike surfing, where Nico would give up a degree of control to the waves. As Flow, he fully commanded the trajectory and velocity of anyone in his wake.

Vigil deployed 4 more aerial drones to circle and survey on a wider circumference than the first two. His voice crackled through on Vanguard's coms, "Target is creating a broad EM distortion. Speculation that he controlled the satellite the same way as my drones."

 

[Verse]

As the well-trained attack pattern of Solaris drew lines over the scene, there was a judgmental 'hm' vibrating in their ears, as though Critical was watching from any direction, even if his physical body remained a target. The output of these lasers weren't catastrophic, but he'd rather not withstand them head-on simply to avoid moving. His avoiding maneuvers were instant, as though his motions were independent of the air around him, simply pushed through. His hair didn't move and there was no draft that could be told by dust or breeze around him. It was more or a transference of his mass rather than traditional motion, like the marker on a screen in three dimension. One particularly tactical blast did hit him, and made him look down, low on his torso, where the impact had peeled away some of the black fivers of his suit. He brought a fist to his mouth and coughed as a result, but his cadence was more annoyed than in pain.

In stopping to do this, he looked over his shoulder, and the conclusion of the aquamarine patterns that lead to where Flow was. Flow would see a glowing liquid from Critical's mouth, as though he was drooling, the hue was the same as a solar laser, only denser. The dark and silver figure shot toward Flow in a more traditional matter, no longer phasing through different locations, but rather flying. He was fast, and this time a torrential tunnel of dust did follow him as he made his way. Whether Flow was able to avoid the neck-breaking speed or not, he'd see the enemy up close, and learn his large proportions. Tall and broadshoudlered. Distracting, his sexual organ was outlined where it was tucked away, as a hulking member, unshy of showing of its own size, too. These suits were tight, but some of them were designed to hide the wearer's anatomy, given the coy of the general public, but Critical had no such modesty, it seemed.

If Critical did get a hold of Flow's neck, a strange disruption of Flow's power would vibrate through his young body, as though an electric field was mingled with another. Critical's eyes were dark, and the whites and what little glow there was in his irises were flecked with black flakes, as though they were present in all of him. Oxidation of the metals that were inserted in him.

"You're cute." he said with his own voice, disconnected from the world-whispers he'd been using to communicate so far.

If he'd been able to get a hold of the young hero, he'd twist around and throw him heedlessly at Solaris, and if she wasted any time on this - whether to catch, consider, or even be hit by Flow - Critical used it to get closer, and plant a horrible punch in her stomach to stun her. The run-off from her hitting him, and it being digested in whatever protective system he had, continued to pour of out his mouth like lava, which made his smile all the more concerning.

 

[obieblu]

Solaris looked mildly perturbed at only one of her blasts hitting her mark. "He's solid and hittable," she announced over the coms. "And can someone get him off our signal? Or his that voice telepathic?" she mostly meant Vigil, but there were some technicians on their jet.

Flow was behind the villain, calculating which vector of attack would be best and most likely to avoid being hit by Solaris's friendly fire. Though, before he attacked, the villain was coming at him. Fast. Flow's first thought was that the villain's costume was 'a choice', as it was rare that anyone surprised Flow with their speed. The young hero blasted backwards, but Critical was already on him.

Even with the villain's fingers against his neck, Flow wasn't worried. Usually, he could easily dislodge grappling attacks. What Flow wasn't prepared for was to have his charge fizzle out. The vibration that flooded his body through Critical's touch filled the hero with an empty, disorienting numbness. He barely registered the villain's words before he felt the rush of air again, then realized it wasn't because of himself.

Solaris's instinct was to protect, and she moved herself backwards as she caught Flow, as to not hurt him with a high-speed impact. Unfortunately, a high speed impact was exactly what Vanguard's leader got, courtesy of Critical's fist.

Solaris doubled over and dropped Flow. She prepared to retaliate with a punch to the villain's face, but she paused at the sight of the flowing ooze from his mouth. Solaris feinted with a punch, then threw her opposite knee at Critical's stomach.

Below, Flow gathered his wits just before he hit the ground. A last-second burst of bluegreen energy allowed him to land hard, but in a crouch rather than on his back. Out of the corner of his eye, Flow saw his other teammates charging in by foot. "Target is on par with Solaris, be careful," he announced over the coms before he took another shot at Critical and rocketed straight up, hoping the villain was distracted by Solaris in front of him.

The air all around the combatants started to swirl…

 

[Verse]

There wasn't enough worry in the young hero's face when Critical reached for him. No matter. It wouldn't have helped him anyway. His speed was impressive for any ultra being, but Critical could follow well enough. More than the trajectory, he could sense this one. And it was reciprocated, though Flow didn't appreciate it. The hero hung powerless in his grasp before he flung him, and made him into a distraction and attack toward Solaris at the same time. It worked, and Critical got to feel the muscles of the woman take his fist deep in her stomach when he punched her.

Their eyes met before she could retaliate, and there was a moment of understanding between the two combatants. She was stunted for a second. Which meant she telegraphed her next move. With her thigh folding closer to her, to deliver the knee to him, he could easily twich back and then embrace her, locking her knee to her chest instead. And with his arms around her, he would vault backward and down.

Flow didn't even need to show his next move in order for Critical to know. He could feel him. So in this high latitude suplex, on his way down, Critical would make sure to use the captured Solaris as a ram, meeting the ascending Flow, and catching him in the crash. If all went as planned, Critical would knock Solaris's head against Flow's, and bring both of them to a hard impact on the ground.

He made a small retreat, assuming that if it didn't knock either or both of the heroes out, it would take the fight out of them momentarily. He stood on the ground now, and looked around, curious to invite others as he spit the last of the digested laser out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It was impossible not to see a discounting of Vanguard as whole in the tart gesture.

 

[obieblu]

Flow felt the low-level buzz that flooded the area, thinking it was a factor of Critical's powers. But he thought no more of it than something to be ignored and overcome. It was a rare sight to see Solaris in an evenly-matched fight, and it only spurred Flow on to re-join the physical confrontation. It wasn't until he was rocketing upward at dizzying speed that Flow had any inkling of feeling what Critical was doing. It was too late, though.

Solaris, realizing she was outmatched in the grapple, lunged for Critical's wrists, her fingers closing around them like steel vices. With a fierce determination, she attempted to crush his grip before he could execute his maneuver, but there wasn't enough time.

Flow's eyes went wide behind his protective googles as he saw/felt Critical and Solaris plummeting towards him at high speed. In a split second, he managed to execute a powerful backwards blast, propelling himself back down towards the ground. Despite Flow's quick reflexes, Critical had the advantage of momentum.

Nico had been hit by Solaris in training, but she'd always held her punches. Being full-body smashed by the back of her shoulders at high speed would have turned any normal human to liquid. Only by virtue of his blasting field, Flow wasn't instantly killed. Though his goggles were smashed easily and bits of broken glass stuck into the flesh around his eyes. That was the least of his problems. With the wind knocked out of him, it was difficult to muster a counter-action to Critical's descent. Though, even while dazed, Flow blasted back against the two bodies pushing him down, and he managed to slow their speed enough not to be killed by being crushed between Solaris and the ground. Though, Flow as indeed knocked unconscious.

The other members of Vanguard arrived just in time to see the impact. Solaris groaned and tried to roll away from the impact site, but she was clearly out of the action, at least for now. Amp's cry of "Nico!" barely reached Critical's ears before the air around him started to spin at increasing velocity, taking the sound of Flow's girlfriend's voice with it.

From the shadow of the downed satellite, Obsidian launched herself at Critical's back. With her light-absorbing suit, she was merely a silhouette with a long black ponytail and twin carbon-fiber katanas. One of the dark blades was aimed with deadly precision at the spot between Critical's shoulder blades.

 

[Verse]

Critical had a lot of things to process, but all sensory input registered mostly as pressure. A drinker of energies, he could simply push back, which felt like a flexing of an additional sense, focusing if he needed minute details. So, as he manipulated his own movement by the help of the earth itself, shooting down while hugging Solaris, he was able to read clearly what Flow was doing, and at what capacity. That's how he'd found the projectile human in the air to begin with. It wasn't hard to join the two directions, and even if he could only control one fully, his own, he had a certain connection to Flow's upward advancement as well, and adjusted the fellow young hero's angle somewhat to be better hit by the two descending bodies.

Countering Solaris's crush of his wrist was minor if he could also counteract and overpower her flight. The collision was somewhat satisfying, even if he lived it mostly through a second-hand transference of trauma, through Solaris's body. It felt good to hammer down the other male hero with the body of his leader. By bending back and still holding on, Critical avoided any hard hit. Standing up from the two others, he spit to the side, black tar, which was the byproduct of more traditional, blunt power when digested by him.

He snickered with black teeth at the speedy hero's state, and thought he looked rather pretty, knocked out with his eyes lined with glitter.

The pressure signature of another attack nearing alerted him. While impressive melee, there wasn't much more about this one other than peak human skill. A small twist to make a ramp out of his upper back would deflect Obsidian's katana. She'd notice that even though her edge found no purchase, the field that redirected her stab was tougher than say, a metal surface, and had some friction to it. He followed through by spinning and bringing along a cocked arm. At the end of the motion his fist arched and he collected the kinetic energy for a moment longer when he could have sunk it into her stomach, ending up actually punching her pelvis while she was still suspended in the air after her all-or-nothing bet.

If they were in close range, which Obsidian, Flow and Solaris were, they'd feel the humming of the air that seemed to moved through them with its tension, seemingly shifting at any motion Critical made, though whether it was in or outward was not indicated by the direction of his movements. His lips, still black smeared from the result of the impact to the ground that had freed him of two of the heroes, pinched tight when he swallowed - to someone observant it might be the minor consequence of Obsidian's cut.

He looked over at Vigil, pinpointing him with impossible accuracy, having traced the disturbances of Vigil's communicating tech, and the moment he was within his line of sight, three of the deployed drones started to spark and lose function. If he looked around, and could find Obsidian, hopefully laid out by the inhuman punch to her womanhood, he'd try to acquire her katanas to proceed to stick them into her torso, in kind.

 

[obieblu]

Obsidian emitted a rare vocalization, a low grunt as Critical's punch landed squarely on her pelvis. She reacted with calculated precision, swiftly dropping to the ground and executing a series of expert rolls that propelled her away from the towering adversary. Each roll was a deliberate move made not out of fear, but a strategic withdrawal to allow her to regroup while her teammates moved in.

Under Critical's attack, Vigil's closest drones became spinning flaming debris as they fell. Though the cyclone's increasing strength caught them up as it became strong enough to start to drag Critical. Tempest held back as his teammates were still inconveniently close to the villain, but the wind caused enough drag to be a burden.

An iridescently shimmering bubble formed around Critical with a 20' diameter. Amp, her face nearly as red as her hair pedantically yelled, "You hurt my boyfriend, you dick!" A moment later, a deafening tone like being in a jet engine assaulted Critical from all sides as Amp condensed the low hum of the area into a sonic weapon. Concussive sound bombarded Critical from every angle, assaulting his senses with overwhelming force.

Outside the sonic bubble, it was almost eerily quiet, with Amp's powers sucking all ambient sound into the orb like light into a black hole. The cyclone forming around the fight was strong enough to whip up debris, and Vigil pulled his drones farther away. They weren't much use anyways, now that combat had begun and their readings of the villain's powers were still confused enough to be fairly meaningless. Solaris's whole body protested as she used the distraction of her teammates' to crawl away from Critical, pulling the unconscious Flow with her. It had been years since Solaris had taken a hit like that, and she fumed in anger at herself for having become complacent with the state of mediocre supervillains. This one certainly wasn't mediocre. "You're gonna be fine, kid," she said through gritted teeth to the unconscious youth under her arm.

 

[Verse]

He clocked Obsidian as someone who wouldn't be a problem until they could close the distance. Her physical ability was good, but by the way her physiology had reacted to his punch, he knew that even a fraction of the power he'd used on Solaris would leave the black clad nuisance a bloody stump. People had underestimated Critical enough that he wouldn't extend the same courtesy, though, so she remained on his radar. As the situation gained gravity, he had other immediate things to focus on. Pushing back against the spinning force of the cyclone, he remained where he was, hovering a single foot over the ground. Though, with the flying dust, he might just look as though he was standing. A look toward Solaris as she pulled the downed hero away. Her shimmering force field had much the same hue as the run-off of her power when he'd spit it out. She was the real problem, mostly because she may get the chance to recover into one if the smaller problems kept getting in his way. He needed to render the others as he'd rendered Flow. Through Flow, he could sense Solaris's state, and would keep an eye on it.

His jaws tensed when the sound assault started. It was disorienting but it barely showed on his posture. Callyn Kein had his share of headaches from his abilities being in dissonance. That didn't mean that this was pleasant. But other than the noisiness, the impact of the sound blasts themselves weren't of much consequence, given he'd been able to fight on equal ground with Solaris herself. The soundbite he'd heard before the bombardment, though, mattered more. He looked toward where she'd spoken from and smiled, this time without anything smearing his teeth.

And then he let go of the opposing force he'd applied to Tempest's cyclone. It may look as though he was disappearing by how quickly the circular winds took him. He rode it for one lap and took most of it to shoot himself out of the curling bluster. While he could transfer, untouched by friction, to the red heroine, he chose to push himself toward her instead, which was effectively flight. That charged him with enough energy that when he slapped her upon reaching her, it'd be enough to concuss and her into the ground. He'd try to avoid completely knocking her out, though, since he wanted her to see what would happen to her "boyfriend".

There were too many stragglers here. He needed to bring them in closer. Locating Solaris was as easy as finding Flow, so he darted toward her, when she should still be affected by the close to stratospheric suplex. If she was still crawling he'd grab the back of her skull and lift her, shake her until she let go of Flow, and then bang her face against the ground three times, each time with increasing strength, the last creating noises that reminded of a minor earthquake because of its spread. None of them were allowed to check out, but he needed to gather them. Since Solaris was already weakened, he was sure keeping her somewhat subdued would be easier.

In the distance, the harrier jet's wings were complaining as they were pulled off the main body of the jet with atmospheric forces. It was a simple reallocating of Critical's powers.

"You're the best this world has?" the world whispers asked everyone again, disappointed, louder. "I think it's time people understood their place better."

 

[obieblu]

Anxiety surged among the vigilant Vanguard as they grappled with their powerlessness against the enigmatic foe. Defeat was a real possibility, but not one that most current members had experienced.

There was an eerie similarity between Critical's and Flow's sudden bursts of movement went unnoticed by the rest of the young hero's teammates. Critical's attack caught Amp and Tempest off-guard. The redhead's eyes went wide just before she was smacked down to the ground in a daze. The battlefield's eerie silence returned to normal ambient noise with the sound of wind and the crackling of burning drones. Tempest barely stooped down to check on Amp before the villain was already gone.

Solaris was caught off guard by the second round of Critical's attack, and she dropped the unconscious Flow. Her bruised face bled from the nose, lips, and several other injuries. But when the villain took the time to boast, Solaris took the opportunity to blast the ground in front of her with a powerful laser, rocketing them both backwards. Once in motion, she flew backwards, hoping to crush Critical between herself and the ground.

The resulting small explosion threw Flow to the side and jolted him back to consciousness. He held his head with one hand as he looked around, seeing the scene of turmoil around him. Flow was torn between his girlfriend being tended to by Tempest and his leader apparently still engaged with the villain and not looking like she was winning. They hadn't trained for this. There was no strategy for when things were going to badly for Vanguard, because it never did.

As Flow got to his feet, he resolved to do his duty as a hero instead of personal distractions. Obsidian emerged from the shadow he cast. She wordlessly handed him one of her carbon fiber katanas and then looked to the villain. Her meaning was obvious. Flow wasn't trained with swords, but he knew which way the pointy end went. Gripping the sword tightly in both hands, he propelled himself towards the ominous figure who's darkness seemed to saturate Flow to the bone.

 

[Verse]

All his attempts bore fruit.

Amp's composition was revealed to him when his hand connected to her. A human female, through and through, and her influence on the sound around them went away when her consciousness did. It drew Tempest to her. Good. Their affection for each other would cluster them.

He had more trouble with Solaris and he knew he would. Desperation gave her strength but he followed along with her momentum instead of measuring his push against hers. She wasn't thinking. Could have been the concussions. He laughed as though he enjoyed the ride, the result of her blast. She was a brute with them, because she hadn't met with sufficient tests to temper her abilities. Like this, while they were still within the stirred-up dust of their landing, he easily caught her again. He grabbed her by the back of her neck and squeezed, lifting her, facing away from him, and punched her in the back of her ribs repeatedly. It sounded like dull thunderclaps and made her tits jiggle in front.

He stopped though, as the dust was settling, when he felt Flow's determination, but also inability to focus. Even when Flow's vision would warn him of his target, a little misalignment of his power from Critical would keep him half blind. It was an easy feat to angle Solaris so that she'd be a perfect target for the katana. He even put his other hand on her ass to make sure her torso didn't move when her teammate came careening toward them. He saw the blade clearly, and lifted her a bit so that it would strike right into her stomach. He was careful that it wouldn't go so far through her that it'd be a threat to him.

Keeping her up to look her beloved comrade in the face, Critical also gave Flow his vision back, so he could fully see the effects of his supposed winning move. Solaris had proven to be dangerous, but not invincible, not even with her friends helping, so now she was that much less of a concern to him. "That makes things easier for me." he said and shoved her face closer to Flow's, to let him see her expression, and then dropped her to the ground, where she could relish in her own evident mortality.

Next he would grab for Flow if he could, and the motion ushered in hard forces from above, now that they were done with tearing the wings off the jet. It was a atmospheric hammer down onto Tempest while he was concerned with Amp. Critical choked Flow while holding him up, but in contrast to how he'd kept Solaris, Flow got to look at his offender while he dangled. Flow's powers were humming with a perverse agreement to what was happening. As though it was paper, Critical started peeling the crotch off Flow's suit.

"You're all offerings to me for cleaning up this planet, and ridding it of the dissonance." he said, uncovering Flow's cock as though it had always been his to see.

 

[obieblu]

Without Amps sound-redirection, Critical's blows against Solaris' ribs and the sound of them breaking rang out for all to hear. Though, Flow wasn't really hearing anything inside his blast field. It was powered by what little remained of his initial emotional charge from his teammates's confidence going into this battle. Now, Flow felt infected by the ominous vibration surrounding Critical. Beyond that, Flow as infused with the fear, confusion, and sense of defeat of his companions. This risky attack with Obsidian's weapon was his last rally. The razor sharp tip of the sword he held was aimed straight at Critical's ribs.

Nico had never stabbed anyone, and the feeling of connection and then the resistance of flesh giving way was both startling and satisfying. The young hero had only a split second to feel relief that he'd actually contributed meaningfully to defeating this villain before he realized what he'd done. Like an optometrist flipping to a very different lens, Flow's vision shimmered from the black sword sticking into Critical's side to it being buried in Solaris's stomach. His handsome face twisted in horror at the realization. Flow's dark warm eyes, surrounded by small trickles of blood from tiny shards of glass, went wide and rose to meet Solaris's gaze. Nico's hair tie had come off earlier, and his dark brown curls flowed to the side in Tempest's wind.

To his leader's credit, Solaris's expression was pained and resigned, not accusatory or angry. "Dorothy!" he cried out his leader's real name, given generations before his own birth, not hearing Critical's muttering.

"Get out of here," she choked out as she sagged to the ground with a spatter of blood on the sword she was gripping herself.

Behind him, Flow heard the crash of the jet wings slamming onto Amp and Tempest, but he was panicking and reaching out to Solaris as if he'd forgotten Critical. He was quickly reminded as the villain grabbed his throat with an iron grip. At the physical contact, the dark current of Critical's energy infused every cell of Flow's body. After only a couple bursts of blueish light propelling his fists and feet flutily against the man holding him, Flow's eyes dulled and he redirected his effort to gripping Critical's wrist and holding himself up to be able to breathe.

At a distance, Vigil coldly calculated the likelihood of Flow's survival versus two other heroes that needed help. He loaded up a blob of his nanoswarm armor to a flying drone it zoomed over to deposit the blob on the pile of wreckage on top of Tempest and Flow's girlfriend. The nanites quickly started tearing up and restructuring the jet wings into a domed shelter. It was simply the math of one life versus two, but strangely from the only normal baseline human on the team.

Nico was in a fugue. Thoughts of combat were clouded over by the proximity to Critical. The other man's words disappeared into the fog of Nico's mind, but the feeling of cold air on his crotch was a startling sensation enough to get his attention. He struggled, even has he hung in Crirtical's grasp, and his tan flaccid penis flopped uselessly. "The fuck..?" Nico's confused mind wasn't able to fully process a coherent protest. Ironically, he was caught up in the flow of Critical's own determination and dark intentions.

 

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Critical was following Nico's inner journey. It was rather gratifying to first sense his optimism and inspiration, to know that the attack had to work, and then see the devastating truth. Critical controlled many factors of the event, but was still left to guess whether his ministrations would do what he wanted inside the other, bolting hero. While the aim was true at one point, Flow still buried the borrowed blade into their leader's gut. Solaris's powerful build was enough to stop the sword before it protruded so much through her back that it'd hit Critical himself. For her sturdiness, he was grateful. He was more grateful for the moment between the mentor and the novice hero. He snickered quietly, dismissive, as Solaris's expression became a haunting mask, and Nico distorted into the very image of guilt.

It was easy to release Solaris after that, and pick Nico up. He didn't move much as his spirit was poisoned by the dread of his teammates, and the forced things Critical was able to impose on him now that they were in direct contact. The fellow youthful combatant just hung there in Critical's grip, and so did his inferior cock. Critical used his other hand to grab the entire package, mashing the length up with the sack, and squeezing as though to test the quality of it. It would be rather daunting to those protected by the makeshift shelter that Vigil provided, to see the casual sexual abuse within the heat of battle.

Not entirely unlike the bad weather that Tempest could call for, there were powers that beat down on the vaulted wings hoping to shield Tempest and Amp. It wasn't enough to crush the momentary housing, and was never applied on the material where it would conceal their view of what was happening. They would be able to see when Critical pressed that hand beyond Nico's cock and balls, between his thighs, to start pushing a long finger between his asscheeks.

With such intimate, direct contact, Critical could readjust Flow's nerves easily. This one was already sensitive to those around him, and when Critical beat on his inner with his own extended sensations, it was natural to turn those nerve endings over to his side. Whether Flow clenched or not, Critical's longest finger started to push and part his pucker, all the while his other hand kept a tight grip around his throat. Because Critical was thinking it was right that Nico should give in, the notion would successfully start poisoning Nico's mind, as well.

Adjusting how he stood, Critical lifted one food and put it on Solaris's shoulder. Pushing down would slide the blade further through her. He had been able to subdue and control both Vanguards, and was now playing with them. He looked Nico over; from his confused face to the cock that'd be stimulated both from his influence and full assumption that Nico was to be his cock receptacle.

"What's wrong, hero?" he asked and mashed his foot down harder on Solaris as he inserted the finger into the tightest place in Flow, who was still dangling by his throat from Critical's other hand, no matter how much both of Flow's tried to relieve the grip. "Are you starting to like it?"

 

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The young hero could hardly be called such, at this moment. Nico's body and face relaxed under Critical's influence as his concern for his teammates dissolved by an outside force.. Nico's toned body hung limply in Critical's grasp, with only his own hold on the villain's hand to keep himself breathing somewhat comfortably, and even that hold was waning in strength. Nico was disoriented and overwhelmed, his mind clouded by Critical's manipulative energy field. As he struggled to stay alert, Critical cruelly crushed his genitals with a vice-like grip. Still, Nico couldn't imagine resisting whatever the villain wanted. Nico's features lost their expression of turmoil and anger and softened to his usual handsome visage. This close, Critical could see that Nico's skin was caramel tan, and the tiny shards of glass around his eyes were the only blemishes, so far. The wind had died down completely, and Nico's windswept hair was like a cark curly halo around his handsome face.

Meanwhile, Vigil frantically directed his nanodrones to save Tempest from his critical injuries. As expected of a hero, Tempest had shielded Amp with his body when Critical dropped the jet wings on hem. Simultaneously, Vigil was communicating with the military and another superhero team. Amp, also inside the shelter, frantically looked between her boyfriend and her dying teammate. Tempest, his dark eyes half-lidded in defeat, stared out the opening in the dome like he was staring at an oncoming train.

Nico slowly forgot about his teammates, even his dying leader at his side. The harsh hand crushing his genitals actually created a small spark of arousal. Blood flowed to his crotch even as Critical roughly manipulated it, causing his shaft to slowly swell and become more substantial in Critical's grasp. Forgotten to his side was Solaris, dying, kneeling with a sword in her gut. Even as Critical used his boot to press Solaris further down onto the sword, even as she died, Solaris rasped, "Let him go..." Nico didn't hear her as he was mesmerized by Critical's manipulation of every fiber of his being.

Nico's eyes widened innocently as Critical's finger worked its way between Nico's toned buttcheeks. Nico's body was just as firm and sculpted as it looked under the snug uniform. The energy field that suffused Nico's body flowed and condensed in a sensitive spot behind his balls, and Nico's mouth opened up at both the sensation and the discovery inside his own body. "Wha?" Nico said in a dreamy voice, only barely registering Critical's question because he was the source of everything. "It's... whoa..." there was little coherence in Nico's handsome features. Nico's eyebrows went up at the pressure of Critical's finger against his untouched entrance, but he only resisted for a few brief moments. Without realizing it, Nico spread his thighs slightly, which was odd because he was hanging, but Critical's digit pressing against, and then into him was made a welcome sensation. Nico's tightly wrinkled hole contracted several times, then relaxed and allowed Critical's finger to enter. There was a mix of pain, but mostly pleasure, brought on by the villain's own power. Nico's handsome face looked to murderous villain like the other man was showing him something new and amazing. Nico's ruddy half-hard erection twitched and resumed rising as he stared back at the villain with.. wonder?

 

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It felt a bit like the dying of a fish out of its ocean, when Nico stopped fighting gradually. This close, and with a physical connection, Flow's receptive powers would just simply connect to the similar force in Critical. Callyn didn't have to consciously decide to push his ability onto the healthy, pretty thing he'd caught - it worked more like a docking of energies, where Nico's was on the receiving end; the smaller force. So it was what Critical thought of Nico that Nico felt. This wasn't unlike any meeting of hearts, only Callyn's opinion shaped Nico's reality. This gorgeous, fit, little thing dangling from his hand, recently dead set on taking him down, but now harboring a fascination that would soon bleed into infatuation. Only if Callyn focused and tried would he be able to stop what was growing in the stripped hero with his cock out. Critical's sharper bones considered the beautiful assembly of details, all framed in that rich, black hair. What a prize. His thumb stroked the side of Nico's neck, allowed to do so partially because Nico was helping in keeping himself up. He detected motion to the side, where he'd allocated the wings, and simply lifted the power he had placed over there, and brought it down again - another hammer fall. He didn't mean to kill the heroes he was targeting, but he didn't mind if they were irreparable either.

The fingers playing with the youthful cock and balls were rough despite their elegant designs, but soon went from wringing to fondling to encourage the filling of the dark shaft. It was all to Solaris's swansong. Critical stepped slightly to the side, which would put his clad foot over Solaris's ankle, and crush it to challenge her to continue interrupting his fun. In truth, he did want the seasoned heroine to be part of this moment. Critical smiled encouragingly at the growing worship he saw in Nico's eyes. The poor contemporary hero was made almost exclusively of the power that propelled him, and so he was constructed mostly out things that Critical could control. He huffed, almost breaking his own immersion when the stupid, loving expression deepened to something akin to gratitude when Critical's fingers rubbed the sack on the way to Nico's asshole. He nodded when that pucker hesitantly tried to protect from the intrusion, but with about the same amount of strength any of them could must against him. After all, Nico didn't look like someone who could resist pleasure.

The boy grew obedient and spread for him, both the legs and the sphincter. The long finger popped knuckle after knuckle until its hand wouldn't let it go further. The digit coiled and petted the good hero from the inside, while his new posture in the air showed any onlooker her was happy with what was happening. The atmospheric disturbances registered to Critical through his power, and while he wasn't as precise as Vigil, he could sense electronics. It would seem the tech oriented hero had to focus on other things than the high powered cameras directed their way. Critical looked down and his dark hair fell over one eye and cheek as he looked at the emerging erection on the fully exposed Flow.

"Hm." he awarded it after Nico's uninformative but charming answer. He then returned to stare into Nico's eyes when another finger slipped into him, with that hand pressing up as the fingers started to fuck and stretch him, despite not having applied lube other than perhaps Solaris's blood, he was able to partially hold Nico up not just by the choking, but as a puppet. He'd have that innocent, formerly woman-loving dick standing fully in no time. "That looks acute." he said and nodded down at the hero's prick. His lips dropped a foamy wealth of spit onto the tip. "Why don't you start taking care of that?" he asked as his power shot Nico's body full of expectations of obedience, and assumptions that Nico was indeed depraved enough to want to tend to his arousal in the middle of where his friends were being maimed and killed.

All the while Callyn's two fingers found a rhythm to give friction to Nico's athletic ass. Nico had been a real treat among the others.

 

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Nico was, and would continue to become, whatever the villain saw him as. This close, with Critical near him, touching him, already inside him, Nico wasn't a conduit for ambient energy, he was entirely lost in the current of the dark figure's power. While he should have been horrified and fighting for his life, the young hero merely uttered a soft "mm-mmmh" as he felt a second finger slip into his body. Nico's untouched inner channel was warm and almost velvety, an inviting sheath for Critical's fingers, at the least.

The dying groan of Solaris down and to the side went unheard by Nico, and her head dropped as her little remaining blood and breath spilled out of her. Still further away, Amp's meager sobs were muffled by wreckage and the hum of drones scurrying to record everything. Vigil with his dispassionate mind still hoped that analysis of the scene could yield some useful information to use against the villain that had bested them.

Wide warm brown eyes fixed on Critical's pleased gaze. It didn't cross Nico's befuddled mind how odd it was to be held aloft both by his neck and his asshole. He was grateful for anything the other man was doing to him, giving him. Otherwise fully clothed, Nico's now fully-erect cock stood up proudly, almost aimed at Critical's face from the angle of the hero's tilted hips. Wrinkles marred Nico's smooth forehead at Critical's words, and he had to really focus to swim up to coherent thought. "Cute, oh? Thanks," he said softly with a dreamy smile before looking down at the glob of foamy spit oozing down the length of his rigid shaft.

While Nico had been compliant and appreciative so far, he was now given a directive. Also, now that he was verbal again, he replied, "You wanna watch?" He purred as he let his head loll to the side, and semi-rested his chiseled jaw against the hand that was holding him by the throat. He took one hand off Critical's wrist and wrapped it around his proud penis, slicking the spit along it slowly. Nico's demeanor was downright flirtatious, after Critical's seeming compliment. With every fiber of Nico's body and physiology seeking synchronicity, he unconsciously tried to time his strokes to the pumping of Critical's fingers into his silky canal. As his inner muscle really opened up for the intruders, Nico felt the jolt of sensation every time they touched his formerly-unknown bundle of nerves just inside. He let out soft low whines every time Critical stroked that hard nub. Meanwhile, Critical would be treated to the sight of the ruddy pink head of Nico's cock pushing into sight through his tan fingers in perfect sync to Critical's own fingers.

 

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It was a bit like watching a good dream unfold; the things he thought took root and bloomed in Nico a few moments later. While the lay-out of their connection was intuitive, and explained itself largely to Callyn the moment he understood and felt what Flow was, it was something else to see it in person. Simply understanding pleasure is not the same thing as living it. The eager-to-please expression on the hero for the second finger was adorable, and it inspired the digits to scissor and open inside the smooth, want-laden crevice, to try its elasticity. It had no averse squeezing or closing. It seemed Nica's body had a talent for being enjoyed like this. Critical was not blind to how the senior hero expired under him, and the satisfaction of feeling and hearing it made the scene more exclusive. And yet all their teammate could do in his grasp was coyly thank him. Nico was rewarded with a press on that sensitive area inside, putting more pressure on his prostate. The weakling with his hard dick free was famished for his approval, and it was a pretty look.

He did like the way Flow effortlessly jerked his cock, so faithful to Callyn's pace inside him that it seemed almost beyond Nico's control to not follow it. He tested this by finger blasting Nico's willing anus faster, deeper, to see if the motion would echo in the pace of Nico's own jerking. It was an adorable penis, wasn't it? And to be so rigid in the middle of a scene where one of his friends had died, and others were going. He stood there, watching the perversion of the poor, defeated Flow as he stupidly yanked himself at Vanguard's defeat.

"Do you like it? I thought you had a girlfriend?" he asked casually as he slowly put Flow down on his own feet. When the hero stood on his own, Critical slid his fingers out of the welcoming hole. He was sure poor Nico was close, but didn't let him finish yet. A single, compromised finger was raised in Nico's face to have him stop. He stepped back to look at Solaris, on her stomach and face to the side, life gone from her otherwise weaponized eyes. She'd died watching her apprentice jerking off while being finger fucked in the ass.

A pressure of power targeted the back of Nico's knees, and would have him fall forward onto his knees unless he put up a fight about it. But the boy's mind wasn't in a state to muster such resistance anymore. It would produce Nico's head at good height for Critical's crotch. The cup there was made out of the same fibers that the rest of his black suit was, where it wasn't interrupted by the steel inserts into his body. He looked down at the far gone victim of his own power and ran his fingers through Nico's hair. "I think I know what you want Nico. I'll let you have some if you beg me really nice." he offered and nodded benevolently.

The cock that would be produced if Nico complied and removed the cup, was entirely offensive. The veins were darker than the length itself, which had a hulking girth. The mushroom head was bulbous with prominent edges flying over where it connected to the shaft. More relevant to Nico, it would be radiating some of the power signature that connected them, along with its strong odor. The balls were large in the sack that hung below it, and bush of hair crowned the pelvis above where it sprouted, black like the hair on his head. It was easy to focus Nico's mind onto the flesh object, it was a human inclination to do so already.

 

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Nico's brow furrowed deeper and his expression was a mix of confusion, discomfort, and wonder as he felt the entrance to his newly-discovered erogenous zone scissored further open. The only resistance was his flesh's natural elasticity around Critical's fingers. That was followed by a small gasp as a finger purposely prodded against that hard bundle of nerves that he'd only just recently been made fully aware of. Behind the burn of his entrance, electrical jolts of pleasure radiated through his gut from Critical's exploring fingertips.

Under the insidious influence of Critical's manipulative powers, Nico's athletic form quivered under his tight suit as he succumbed to the relentless urges. In response to the faster internal stimulation, Nico began stroking his swollen length faster and harder. Beyond his still fairly-tight entrance, his inner flesh hugged and accommodated the intruding digits like a caress of its own.

"Huh? Wha? Oh.." Nico never broke eye contact, but he clearly struggled to rise up from his lusty fugue to answer Critical's question. "Yeah. She doesn't do this," and that was really all that seemed relevant about his relationship with Amp at the moment. Nico's handsome features face softened with the removal of Critical's fingers but they also showed disappointment. The slit at the end of his dick was leaking translucent precum over his fingers, and it was clear that he was close to orgasm. He stood on his own, hunched over, maintaining eye contact with the villain like every movement was for Critical's gaze. He blinked twice, but he moved his hand away from his ruddy, straining shaft. It stood out from his body, proud but useless, waiting for the villain's instruction.

Nico didn't stand long, and all he let out was a soft grunt as he landed on his knees. The young hero rolled his head along with the villainl's fingers through his dark curls, like a dog would at a caress on their head. It wasn't so much that Nico had any wants of his own, at the moment. He was simply a vessel that was filled but whatever thoughts and desires that were emanating off of Critical. Nico's body was an unwitting extension of the villain's malevolent will.

So, as Critical wanted and expected it, Nico reached with a cum-dribbled hand to remove the codpiece of his suit. Whatever reaction that Nico would normally have had to seeing anatomy like Critical's was drowned in the will of the organ's owner. His long-lashed eyes merely fluttered twice before moving from Critical's eyes down to his erection, then nearly went cross-eyed looking at the flared head that was so close.

The discolored flesh was meant to be held, so Nico did so. His tan fingers wrapped slowly around the shaft, drawn by the energy radiating off of it like a magnetic attraction. In his mind, there was another pull, and without thinking, Nico leaned forward and touched his lips to the head. It was the first time he'd done this, but it wasn't a choice. It was just what he ought to do. Like he ought to open his lips and run his tongue against the tip of the offensive organ.

 

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Nico's features had been alive with so much hurt and initiative before. Now it was just this, a lightingrod for all the pleasure that Critical saw in his own future. When using your asshole for the first time, there'd be pain, because everyone clenched-up, but this pretty little thing, still mostly in his hero's uniform, took to the activity rather well, and allowed it masterfully. Of course, after a while of massaging Flow on the inside, and testing the strain on that ring and the tunnel within, it was pleasure that kept it open, and Nico's capacity to take it. Callyn could see the following of his rhythm by Nico's fingers, and also how the boy twitched when his prostate hill was depressed and played with. Such unhindered pleasure. Nico's inner suckled him. A true betrayal, since these fingers had all but killed the barely breathing Solaris by their feet.

He laughed quietly at Nico's dismissal of Amp. All this hero's loyalties were out, when Critical manipulated the field that went through him. But he had to take care to keep some fun, so he didn't let the hero cum just yet. Not that it would dampen the spirit much, since Critical could simply want him to want more, and then that cock would be just as vigorous after a burst as it was now. Glad to be obeyed, Callyn looked down at the kneeling enemy, now turned toy, and all his pretty dark details. Of course he petted him. And of course that set the nerves on Nico's scalp on fire.

The field around his cock, once freed, could sense Nico, too. Perhaps the compatibility between Nico's frequencies and the ones going through the hulking, ominous cock, were more compatible than the fields on the rest of Callyn's body. That didn't bode very well for the boy, to be particularly in-tune with the villain's shaft. Though Flow didn't mind now, fully overtaken with his role of being as Callyn expected. A dark mirth took the youthful skin of Callyn's face when Nico measured both his hands on the length and lost. Those hands could never have saved the world in any worth-while capacity. But they'd be enough to bring pleasure.

While he hadn't given specific directions, wanting to see the individual in Nico show itself under the blaring attraction, Callyn had expected something like this. It was just telling that it happened in this way. He groaned with triumph as the tongue came out. Just looking was enough to bust, but Callyn had more plans for the new whore he'd made out of the superhero on his knees. He grabbed Nico's head and pulled it closer, the belly of the saliva-painted cock grinding up against Nico's cheekbone untill the balls pressed against his chin, the shaft covering half of Nico's face. Callyn just wanted to see that expression, mostly concealed by the heavy dick. To think the fellow boy had gone from vehement enemy to this.

He did look into Nico's eyes as he then let go. "You gotta suck it better than that, or I'll just throw you away, hero." he said with satisfaction in his belly. He looked to the side where Solaris laid, and assessed his senses for the other adversaries. It was easy to locate the others. They didn't really need much attention, but concentrated atmospheric disturbance still focused in on Vigil's suit to break and set aflame its inner workings, and more pressure tried to finish the job on Tempest. Amp was free to watch.

Critical grabbed the hilt of his cock with his hand not holding Nico's head, and started rubbing the cock across those handsome details, until the swaying strokes were so large the flesh broke contact with the face. It then became a beating of Flow's cheeks and mouth with the baton of the heavy cock. Obviously, the hero was defeated, and Critical had fun playing with his prize. Though, just this game wouldn't entertain him for long. There'd be other places on Nico to tend to.

 

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The surviving heroes, their hearts and minds heavy with the sense of futility, witnessed the scene unfold between Flow and Critical with horror, whether or not each one showed it. Vigil's failing nanosuit managed to send out one last communication for their reinforcements to hurry. Then, the black construct deteriorated into a formless mass of confused nanites at his feet. The protective 'igloo' of debris around Amp and Tempest started to crush them again. Amp was trapped between the ground and Tempest's dying body that was protecting her from the worst of the crushing. Every bit of her power was used to establish standing waves of sound to try and push back against gravity and Critical's will.

As Critical loomed over the kneeling hero, using his thick vile meat to slap Nico with enough force to turn his head slightly with each impact, the young hero tried to catch the shaft with his open mouth. What normally would have disgusted him, now drew him like a perverse magnetism. Nico wanted the noxious shaft and everything it would give him.

Critical's threat to deny Nico of his cock seemed to invigorate the young hero. Nico grew some initiative and reached up to grasp the horrifically veiny shaft with his smooth tan fingers. Now able to aim it somewhat, Nico pushed his mouth down on it. Part of his brain knew that something would come out of it, if he sucked on it enough. But like some animalistic drive, Nico was acting more instinctively than intellectually.

The flared head fit past his lips easily enough, and Nico swirled his tongue around the ridge wildly. The energy emanating from the monstrous organ demanded that Nico take it into his body as much as he could. The taste alone should have made the hero gag, but he pushed on. With no experience doing this, Nico didn't take a breath before he worked the head far enough to block his throat. Now, he did gag, but he tried to resist it. This dark twisted man's cock needed to further inside him.

Nico's soft brown eyes searched out Critical's black-flecked irises. There was no coherent thought or request in the hero's gaze, it was just a longing to have as much connection, association as possible with the one who was allowing him to experience this powerful cock. Holding Critical's gaze, Nico gagged, and choked, yet continued to push his face down towards the villain's stomach. Nico's eyes watered and his face turned bright red. Frothy saliva pooled around his stretched lips. His throat convulsed around Critical's sensitive cockhead, yet the villain could feel more and more of his length passing into Nico's warm mouth.

 

[Verse]

It was unfair, but it had always been, between them. Nico, even as he was battered with the cock, sought it out. It was a heavy thing, and while its mass alone couldn't do lasting damage, the power it wore had a greater effect on the kneeling hero. Even to Critical, it was palpable. Every time the cockhead hit, it dipped directly into Nico's power, and helped refocus it. As much as it felt like an intrusion in the beginning, once the maladjustment had started, Nico wouldn't feel entirely right until it was completed. It was like any staining. It needed to be finished or the subject would be asymmetric. It was the sexual longing for this that showed in the hungry behavior of the tan hero on this now perverted battlefield. Nico's cheekbones had lashes of precum on them, and they shone a little brighter than his complexion. Callyn liked the contrast.

Nico was galvanized by his words, and Critical laughed softly when the hero took matters into his own hand. The taller male stopped moving his hips, and let go when the smaller set of hands agreed to taking on the big cock. Critical's head nodded back at the attention. There was a desperate expression on Nico as he handled the hefty shaft so close to his face. Callyn hadn't seen anything like it before. It fascinated him that Nico was so compatible and subservient to his own power's frequency. It seemed a cruel twist that Nico had been given this ability as only a throwaway side-effect of his own power. The metal inserts in Critical's suit vibrated to further map out the whole of Nico's power. Their difference in output was staggering. A flood of Critical's will could obliterate Flow's entire personality.

That's why Nico was naturally drawn to the cock, and so sensitive to any stray whim in Callyn's head and heart. And body. There must be a natural inclination there too, in the hero. It was getting hard to read because it seemed everything Critical wanted to find in Nico, he would. Were they simply compatible, or was Nico becoming compatible to please the villain? It didn't matter to the results, because the beaten hero still sought out the head of the cock with his throat like an addict, almost methodical and cold about how he needed it lodged there. Callyn's approval over this would translate as calming vibrations in Critical's and therefor Nico's own erogenous aura.

He stroked Nico's head back again, looking down at the face self-impaled on his cock. "You hungry? Don't they feed you?" he asked. He scratched Flow's hair a sloppy, demeaning, way; the fast pace at which he unsettled the strands subtly suggesting that's the pace at which Nico should be fucking his face onto the cock. Critical would stand steady enough for it, and he wanted to see how far the hero would go for him. Would the poor little brain and body even survive Critical's loaded cum?

The alarm system Critical kept himself with, the one that would feel off if something powerful pushed into his vicinity, like how he'd disagreed with the satellite he'd crashed, did not set off any signals. He kept the pressure even on Tempest and therefor Amp, while the other heroes weren't even in the game.

 

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Until today, Nico's power had only ever absorbed ambient emotional energy given off by others' biofields. From an early age, it had made him an enthusiastic participant in group activities and partying, when he didn't even know what he was doing. As Flow, a superhero on one of the premier US teams, his confidence and energy-emission were the byproducts of what his teammates, bystanders, and even determined villains they fought. The chances that one of those villain's own powers would be so similar, so compatible with Flow's autonomic energy absorption, was infinitesimal. But the energy that Critical produced, to Flow, was akin to carbon monoxide tricking the blood and the brain into thinking it's oxygen. And it was just as toxic.

The thick black-veined cock down Nico's throat seemed to create as much need as it satisfied. Nico would have just pushed himself down so far on it as to suffocate himself if Critical hadn't indicated for him to bob his head. Whether or not the villain noticed with all the distraction of Nico's warm wet throat, the ribbing of the hero's suit that typically glowed aquamarine to indicate that his body was charged had changed to a bright but sickly yellow-green.

Now able to breath as he rhythmically impaled his throat on Critical's grotesque manhood, Nico could begin actually sucking. He was still gagging and gurling, but that didn't impede his overwhelming drive to pleasure the villain. Nico's caramel, cum-smeared cheeks caved in with the suction, further defining his exquisite cheekbones. To the villain's taunting question, Nico merely grunted into the flesh of his shaft because he was currently being fed the best meal ever.

If it was visible, the energy around the two men was like Critical was a halogen light and Flow was a black hole, sucking up everything that came his way. The system created a need deep inside Nico. And the young hero was trying to physically get Critical into that void.

a lil fun with ai

 

[Verse]

Critical had never had such influence on someone else. It was one thing to be able to physically dominate his partners, to create circumstances that crushed them. But with Niko it was a swallowing. Everything the hero was made of seemed to cater to the villain. Critical hadn't felt such control over another being, even as he tore their limbs off and played with their lives. Not that this situation was lacking in that either. Seemed the kneeling male would have gladly forgone oxygen if it meant tasting the disgusting cock for just a little longer. The meat pulsated with pleasure inside the enthusiastic and crushing throat. Nico's enthusiasm was almost primal. Critical shivered at the physical pleasure alone, but the imagery of such seamless submission, of addiction, was rather distracting.

At once Nico obeyed and worshipped the cock at a new speed and depth, trying to inhale more of it even. Critical laughed mockingly where he stood, looking down as the suit on the athletic body changed. He liked this hue better. And despite it being abuse, Nico was happy down there. Fulfilled and manic to continue. Critical remained where he was, letting the hero do his intended work. It felt as though they'd fucked before, with how easily Nico took to everything, as though he'd missed it.

Eventually Critical did have to put his palm on Nico's forehead and slowly slide the head off the cock. It was thickly coated with saliva now, dripping. Nico would know not to try to suck it more, but Critical found it hard to believe the hero wouldn't at least try to establish contact with the length somehow, given the energy that emanated from it. Whether it be by a very attached nuzzling, or with Nico's hands, or both, Critical would allow it. He would wait to see what the hero known as Flow might do.

And then it was time for more. He didn't tell Nico, but rather just expected him to in some way offer up his ass. It was obvious Nico wasn't experienced in this. He had lived his life rather vanilla, and his relationship with Amp should tell as much, but instinctively submissive males always knew what to offer up when their superiors took out their cocks. It was time the world got to see this hero be taken, and become another stain on Vanguard's image.

 

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There was a desperation in Nico's warm brown eyes as his inner need conflicted with Critical's removal of the hero from his cock. He pushed against the restraint briefly and tried to reach out with his lips and tongue towards the retreating cockhead. The taste precum that had been smeared around his mouth was a weak compensation for the loss.

While his own desire was vague and primal, Nico's consciousness gradually caught up to the specific intentions that Critical was specifically directing at him. A flicker of intellect passed across Nico's eyes while he had to think for a moment about how to get back what he wanted, what the villain that beat down his team wanted. He remembered only minutes ago how Critical's fingers had stimulated him inside, and his lower gut felt a longing for that again.

What Nico ought to do was something he was only vaguely aware of, and nothing he'd ever considered. Through the fugue of desire and control, reasoned that his uniform was in the way. His fingers fumbled with the buckle of his uniform pants just above his jutting, unsatisfied erection. Removing his snug uniform pants was inelegant, as he didn't get up but just rolled to the side and tugged and kicked until they were off. There was no hint of self-consciousness in the hero's movements.

Nico got up on all fours and looked over his shoulder, waiting for Critical to get that grotesque, magnetic dick back inside him. He hadn't bothered to remove his uniform top, and it hugged his tight waist. The lines of his lower back seemed to point towards the inviting crevasse that Critical was most interested in. The hero's backside was taught and shapely as the tight uniform had made obvious. His smooth caramel skin darkened slightly as it dipped into the cleft between his dimpled asscheeks. The puckered entrance that Critical had already shallowly explored was hidden in shadow, as Nico did not assume a convenient posture. It was an odd instance of normalcy, how the young man who'd never been fucked showed his inexperience by just waiting on all fours, instead of arching his back or accommodating the soon-coming angle of penetration.

Still, Nico was eager, and it showed on his eyes as he continued to watch Critical over his shoulder.