Feedback Loop (Verse & obieblu)

He knew there were some wheels turning inside the pretty head once the cock vacated it. Almost pitiful, how he waited and longed down there. It seemed out of place that he'd be so attached to the piece of meat he'd try to melt with the low of his throat, eager already for its return. Though Critical knew how the desire had been implanted in Nico, it was still odd to see another human being so invested in giving him pleasure. So the saliva soaked cock waited while Nico tried to make sense of it all, what to do next. Because Nico did already know what he wanted, just not how to get it. The wind around them was calm, part because Tempest, despite being alive, had been put out of commission, but also because the energy of the planet was keeping the scene serene, within which the two former combatants, now victor and spoil, could explore the loser's new life and addiction.

A small smirk touched Critical's lips when Nico's tinge of thought was followed by true, eager initiative. He wanted to scold the hero for his useless antics of getting his tights off, but thought it was endearing to see such honest, dumb effort. Callyn enjoyed the imagery, of Nico's rock hard, inferior cock flopping while he got his legs naked. It was entirely pet-like and endearing. Perhaps the hero had always been destined to be something to that effect, with his exterior being being to the point of looking entirely harmless despite having powers.

He looked back when Nico turned his head over his small shoulder to stare at him. It was a very simple invitation, but that ass and it's mystic shadows was inviting. Critical squatted down, intent on teaching Nico something. His hand softly smacked the right cheek of his willing victim, and stayed there to squeeze, the thumb hooking into the cleft on that side to pull it aside, right over the anus, to make it wink at himself. His other hand stroked upward the exposed tailbone and depressed the low of Nico's back to present the taint and the hole better. Of course, the balls and cock would also rise, in that order.

Still soaked in heroic saliva, Critical's cock swayed as he aligned it toward that innocent, virginal pucker. He didn't have to ask about Nico's experience - an all American boy with a sweetheart for colleague wouldn't have tried this hole by himself. As though their interacting energies hadn't said that to the villain already. The fat head of the obese limb kissed Nico's dirty decimal, and started to dent it with pressure. Worlds apart from Critical's fingers.

"What do you want, hero?" he asked and kept the pressure as it was, and did not let go of the cheek since cock-to-shithole contact had been established. He didn't push forward more, though. "Should I just leave you here like a dog before mating?" he threatened.
 
Nico's asscheek was firm, but soft enough to jiggle at Critical's smack, a perfect mix of the two. Whatever the villain had been expecting with his violence today, the two toned globes and the tight, untouched sheath between them was most definitely a worthy reward for his effort. As Critical drew those smooth orbs apart, he unveiled a dark pink puckered star nestled within the caramel cleft. Nico's body responded like reactive clay, and he lowered his torso and arched his back, which caused his cheeks to part even further. Hanging below his inviting taut opening, Nico's sack hung, waiting to empty itself. With his hips at this exaggerated angle, his swollen ruddy shaft pointed at the ground like it was going to spear the hard dirt stained with Solaris's blood. A single drop of thin precum dripped off, a remnant of his previously interrupted orgasm.

The scene was right out of a well-angled porn shot, and, Nico's waiting hole was owned by the man that had beaten him. It was new, and tight, and promised to be as welcoming as Nico's mouth had been. The hero sucked in his breath audibly at the first touch of Critical's cock to his waiting flesh. "No, I want it," Nico said more clearly than his earlier mumbling. Critical's demand for even minimal problem-solving had roused the boy from that complete stupor. "I need it... why do I need it?" he was literally asking Critical, as his questioning eyes implored the villain. The small functioning part of Nico's really did want to understand why he yearned for something he'd never wanted, but it more wanted the insatiable emptiness left by the absence of Critical's cock inside his body. In this moment, Nico just wanted everything from Critical. He unconsciously pressed his body back slightly, but he didn't know what to do with his muscles and just increased the pressure of his tight virginal hole against Critical's swollen crown.
 
Critical looked at the presented visual. The asscheeks didn't dimple or draw in any show of muscular readiness to get away. He wouldn't have minded that, he was provably a violent man, but he liked when things went his way as well. He relished in the scene that split the hero's body. There was some autonomy left in Nico, but Critical had made sure he wanted this. Their powers were of the same language and make, but they were of different output. At best, Nico's power could feed Critical's. In a bad circumstance, Critical may rewrite and obliterate Nico, the way a flood can undo a brook. and its direction. And still that anus kissed his cock back when it could. While a virgin, Nico's body did not act like it. How ideal for both of them. The cockhead pulsated against the sensitive decimal. The adorable cock swayed like a rigid tail. To think they'd started this fighting, and now the poor hero was addicted to a cock he'd never had in his belly. The thought rewarded Nico with a splash of precum onto his eager shithole.

A grin on the villain behind Flow. He'd liked the way Nico positioned himself for his ministrations, but it was much better to hear him talk like this. The real Nico was under there somewhere, and he wasn't really fighting. There had been a true part like this in the hero. That was the amusing part of this. He may blame some kind of full mind control later, but right now Critical was only amplifying what was already there, albeit many times over. He looked back at the hero in crisis as that ass was pressed against his cock. It made the villain hiss with arousal, how the valley and just the give of the soft anus was taking good care of his cockhead already. "Because you've always wanted this." he explained to the bewildered do-gooder mind. He leaned over Nico's back and then pushed forward, one hand on Nico's waist and the other in his hair to keep him looking back at his assailant.

He wouldn't stop until the hero's ring was threading over his cock. He groaned and breathed through his nostrils. Their fields intersected. What might have been an existential itch of dissonance in Nico created by the nearness of Critical's power, would now become aligned and hum not only in Nico's psyche, but also through his nerves. A quacking of pleasure that increased as the cock made its way into the unused intestines, interacting with the feeling of being stretched and filled. "Because you've always wanted my cock. You were made for it. You can feel it, can't you?" he asked as he took care to push beyond the half-way mark of his cock's vast length. It would either make the hero mad or plunge him into distressed rapture.
 
Critical's hiss was a primal prelude to the hero experiencing a major life event. The villain's words felt true in the Nico's ear as his body was breached by a man for the first time. The profound truth that the hero's whole purpose, his entire reason for being, was to serve the dark figure's enormous cock, seemed to be exactly what Nico had needed. Like a cosmic puzzle piece falling into place, or an atom fitting perfectly into the electromagnetic hold of a larger molecule. It was both the most excruciating and the most fulfilling thing the young man had ever experienced.

Pain split through Nico's smothered mind as Critical's thick black-veined shaft split his virginal flesh. Soft brown eyes went wide, and Nico inhaled a long groan, but the larger man's hands on his back and in his hair were a grouding comfort, anchoring him in place physically while his purpose was revealed. Though, like birth, this transition was traumatic. Despite his own will being replaced by Critical's, Nico's body still had its unconscious reactions. The flared cockhead had already pushed past Nico's outermost ring of muscle, but now his body clenched. Of course, it was futile for slowing the penetration, but to Critical, it felt like a very strong thumb and forefinger squeezing his shaft as it passed through the dark golden orifice. "It's too big," the hero pleaded with watering eyes, but his voice didn't sound convinced of its own words. The muscles of his lower back stood out harshly, and his flanks quivered with the effort of enduring being pierced.

Nico's words were true, but nothing other than his own flesh cared. His fingers clawed into the blood-splattered dirt beneath him in his effort to stay in place while Critical filled his rectum past its limit. His inner muscles spasmed in response to the brutal invader, and it became a writhing dance of silky flesh around Critical's shaft. Beyond the agonizing pain, beyond the background sensation of having his newly-awakened prostate crushed, the feeling of the dark energy that monstrous cock emitted spread through Nico's body in dark waves. Like an oil slick, the energy expanded through Nico's torso and trickled up through his neck and around his mind like black skeletal fingers. It felt right, and Nico's nervous system stopped trying to protect his body in the way his conscious mind had long given up. "Yess... I can feel it... soo goood..." Nico's eyes rolled up, and his hole ceased its struggle. The hero's golden body opened and accepted Critical's corrupting manhood. Translucent precum flowed again, signaling that some part of him was experiencing pleasure beneath the pain of having his sensitive tissue torn, and it dripped onto the spray of Solaris's drying blood.
 
The change was instant in the hero. Callyn could feel it, the way his own field disrupted Nico's, it also sensed what it was doing to him. The change spread like a chill over summer seas, because Nico wanted to be like this. The independence of his power was a fluke, and only because it spread in humans could it have been isolated from Critical's for so long. The shifts in power around his cock when he dressed it in Nico's ass was soothing in a harsh way, because of the oppressive squeeze. All the tell-tale signs of a virgin was there, almost desperate, very animalistic, despite Nico's heart being invested in the act. Because Critical was fucking another human, and not just attaching a power to his. The flesh and blood that had joined with that power, however small in comparison, was an individual. Though, he might not be for every long. Critical had urges that he needed to hold back, ones to consume and enslave, that'd make this a lot more satisfying, short-term. But then where would the fun be? He could feel the taming of Nico's spirit though, through the guillotine opening, raking him, and the pulsing, gripping insides. Sometimes ass-fucking just felt like entering something vast through a tight opening, but Nico's worship felt like that inner tunnel not only bore down, but twisted to accommodate, and beg for more.

He pulled a bit more on that black hair, which turned the head a bit more toward him, straining that pretty neck to make the parcel of a hero he was fucking more into a distressed creature, which looked more and more toward this purpose. Because if Critical was some kind of god to Nico by merit of their powers, then Nico could only be a warm place for his cock, right now - that'd be Nico's function more than being in Vanguard, or being Amp's significant other, or his mother's son. That's why Nice felt good around Cirtical's cock. Nico wasn't just made to take it, but be grateful for the enormous cock. The last of his human cramps tried to punish Callyn's cock, adding only to tantalization, and then even the seasoned villain gasped as the crevice in the youthful victim only felt like tightly loving, slick silk muscles. He squeezed Nico's waist tighter, bruising pressure, and hooked his thumb into the valley formed by flexed tissue around the low of Nico's spine.

The strength stored in Callyn from the planet itself made him a formidable physical opponent. Not everyone here had gotten to experience it first hand, because of other aspects of his might, but Nico would now. He let go of Nico's hair dismissively, all but tossing it forward to have that hand grab the other side of Nico's waist. A firm, traditional grip. He kept the low of the hero's spine bent downward, to have that pliable and loving asshole pointed up. He snickered when the perverse smaller cock drooled from being fucked. Critical fed the bigger limb harder into that stretched hole and obsessive inside. He slapped Nico's buttocks against his own hips, stirring the hero high up in his stomach with meeting thrusts, making sure to drag his cock rhythmically and brutally over the other side of Nico's prostate, over and over.

"You're a disgrace to your people." he accused. As much as he could deal out rapture that felt like forgiveness, he could stir Nico's guilt - talk to a true part of him. And guilt, as they all knew, was a perfect compliment to physical pleasure, especially for someone who was taking it in the ass like Nico. "You let them die and here you are, enjoying the fuck of your life. And you can't even bring yourself to stop. Disgusting." he went on, but didn't slow down his filling of the smaller body, and his relentless focus-fucking on Nico's pleasure, and that outline prostate inside. It'd be heartbreaking, but it would also be budding sexual euphoria.
 
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