Kaito's cum landed in thick, white ropes across the leopard-clad ass of the woman he now called Mama, the room's red glow casting a surreal sheen over the scene. His chest heaved, his breaths ragged, the air thick with the musky scent of his release and her jasmine perfume. His senses, heightened by his superhuman abilities, made every detail razor-sharp—the slick warmth of his cock still pulsing in his hand, the hypnotic bounce of her curves as she slowed her twerking, the faint hum of the neon heart above the bed.
He stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of shock, arousal, and something deeper, a primal pull he hadn't felt in either of his lives.Mama giggled, a rich, throaty sound that broke the silence, her head turning to glance at the mess on her dress. "Well, damn, pretty boy," she said, her voice dripping with amusement and approval. "That's a lot. You been saving up for me, huh?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached back, her manicured fingers scooping a generous dollop of his cum from the fabric. Kaito's jaw dropped, his face burning as she brought her fingers to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him.
She closed her eyes, savoring it, then swallowed with a soft hum. "Mmm, not bad, kid. Sweet and strong, just like you."Kaito's mind reeled, his embarrassment warring with a surge of pride at her words. He'd never imagined a moment like this—not in his past life as a superhero, swinging through city skylines, nor in this one, where he'd buried his powers beneath the facade of a normal high schooler.
Yet here he was, in a love hotel in Nagoya, his cum on a stranger's ass, her tongue licking it clean like it was a delicacy. His cock twitched, still rock-hard despite his release, a testament to his youth and the overwhelming allure of the woman before him.Mama's gaze dropped to his erection, her eyes lighting up with a hunger that made his pulse race.
"Oh, look at that," she purred, stepping closer, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Still ready to go, huh? You're full of surprises." Before Kaito could respond, she sank to her knees in front of him, her movements fluid and commanding, like a predator sizing up her prey. His breath hitched as her hand wrapped around his cock, her grip firm yet teasing, stroking him slowly.
"Nice and thick," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress. "Bet this could make a lot of girls happy."Kaito's knees weakened, the sensation of her hand electric, amplified by his heightened senses. Every stroke sent sparks through his body, her touch both gentle and deliberate, coaxing a low groan from his throat. Then, without warning, she leaned forward, her lips parting to take him into her mouth.
The warmth, the wet heat, was overwhelming, her tongue swirling around his tip as she bobbed up and down—once, twice, three times—each movement precise, drawing him deeper into a haze of pleasure. Her lips stretched around him, the sight alone enough to make his head spin, her crimson lipstick a stark contrast against his skin.But just as quickly, she stopped, pulling back with a soft pop, her lips glistening.
Kaito frowned, a whine escaping his lips before he could stop it. "Why'd you stop?" he asked, his voice thick with frustration, his cock throbbing painfully in the absence of her mouth.Mama stood, her grin sharp and knowing, a queen reclaiming her throne. "No one orders Mama, pretty boy,"
she said, her tone playful but edged with steel. "If you want this, you listen to me. You call me Mama, and I'm in control. Got it?" She tilted her head, watching him, her eyes boring into his soul.Kaito blinked, stunned, his mind grappling with her words. He was no stranger to control—in his past life, he'd been a force of nature, untouchable, unstoppable. Yet here, in this red-lit room, he felt small, exposed, his powers meaningless against her commanding presence.
He opened his mouth, but no words came, his hesitation hanging in the air. Her hand moved faster than he expected, a sharp backhand slap landing across his cheek. The sting was mild, more surprising than painful, but it jolted him, his superhuman reflexes useless against the shock.
"Do you agree?" she asked, her voice colder now, a thread of dominance weaving through it. Before he could respond, she slapped him again, the sound echoing in the room, her eyes never leaving his.Kaito's cheek burned, not from pain but from the raw intensity of the moment. Despite his strength, his ability to crush steel or dodge bullets, he felt weak, his body betraying him with a surge of arousal he couldn't explain.
"Yes," he muttered, his voice low, almost a whisper, his pride warring with the heat pooling in his core.She slapped him again, harder this time, her hand a blur. "Louder," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. "Do you agree?""Yes, Mama!"
Kaito said, his voice ringing out, clear and desperate, his face flushed with a mix of shame and desire. The words felt foreign, yet they unlocked something within him, a surrender he hadn't known he craved.Mama nodded, her expression softening, a satisfied smile curving her lips.
"Good boy," she said, her voice warm again, a reward for his obedience. "Now, strip. Everything off. Then lie on the bed."Kaito's hands trembled as he obeyed, his blazer and tie hitting the floor, followed by his shirt, pants, and boxers. The cool air kissed his skin, his cock standing proud, hard and aching. He climbed onto the bed, the black satin sheets cool against his back, the mirrors reflecting his lean, muscular form, every scar and sinew illuminated by the red glow.
He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet the anticipation was intoxicating, his senses drinking in every detail—the faint creak of the bed, the distant hum of the city, the scent of jasmine and musk that clung to Mama.She climbed onto the bed, her leopard dress still clinging to her curves, and straddled his chest, her thighs framing his face. The fabric of her dress brushed his skin, the scent of her arousal stronger now, a heady mix of musk and spice that made his mouth water.
"Sniff me," she ordered, her voice a sultry command. "Lick my ass through the dress. Show Mama you're serious."Kaito's heart pounded, his mind reeling at the brazenness of her demand. Yet his body responded, his hands gripping her thighs as he pressed his face to her dress, the fabric warm and slightly damp against his nose.
He inhaled deeply, the scent overwhelming—earthy, primal, with a hint of her perfume. His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her ass through the leopard print, the texture rough yet enticing. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt through him, and he licked harder, his movements tentative at first, then bolder, driven by her reactions.For nearly five minutes, he worshipped her, his tongue working the fabric, his nose buried in her scent.
The act was humiliating yet exhilarating, each moan from her lips a validation, each shift of her hips a command to continue. His cock throbbed painfully, his arousal building with every second, the room a cocoon of heat and desire. His powers amplified everything—the taste of the fabric, the warmth of her body, the subtle vibrations of her pleasure. He was lost in it, a hero reduced to a supplicant, and he didn't care.
Finally, she pulled back, her breath slightly ragged, her eyes gleaming with approval. "Good boy," she said, sliding down his body until her hand wrapped around his cock again. "Mama's gonna return the favor. You're mine now, my little bitch. You agree?"Kaito's eyes widened, the word "bitch" hitting him like a shockwave. It was degrading, yet her grip on his cock, firm and possessive, made it impossible to deny the heat coursing through him.
He hesitated, his pride flickering, but she squeezed his cock hard, the pressure just shy of painful, and he gasped, his resolve crumbling. "Yes, Mama," he said, his voice thick with need, a strange mix of shame and excitement swirling within him. He was horny, achingly so, and her control was a drug he couldn't resist.She smiled, a predator's grin, and began to stroke him, her hand moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove him wild.
The sensation was exquisite, her fingers slick with his precum, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through his body. His senses, heightened to superhuman levels, made every touch a symphony—the slick sound of her hand, the warmth of her grip, the faint creak of the bed beneath them. His hips bucked, his breath coming in short gasps, the pressure building toward another release.But just as he teetered on the edge, she stopped, her hand pulling away, leaving him aching and frustrated.
"Not yet," she said, her voice teasing, almost cruel. "The night's still young, baby. Mama's got more to show you."Kaito groaned, his cock throbbing painfully, but before he could protest, she stood, her movements graceful yet commanding. She reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion, revealing her body in all its glory. Her breasts were massive, heavy and full, her nipples dark and hard against her olive skin.
Her armpits, unshaven, sported a faint bush of dark hair, a detail that was both surprising and oddly alluring, a testament to her unapologetic confidence. Kaito's eyes roamed her form, his breath catching at her raw, mature beauty.But it was her lower half that stopped his heart. Where he'd expected a pussy, there was instead a cock—huge, half-hard, and thick, easily ten inches, dwarfing his own impressive size. A small bush of dark hair framed it, and her balls hung heavy beneath, a stark contrast to the feminine curves above.
She was futanari, a fact that hit Kaito like a thunderbolt, his mind scrambling to process the sight. Her cock twitched, growing harder under his gaze, and she stood there, unashamed, her eyes locked on his, daring him to react.