The elevator groaned around us, my super-suit shredded like tissue paper, my ass fully exposed—humiliating, but Rion’s eyes darkened with something far more dangerous than embarrassment. "Stress is blocking your powers," he murmured, fingers already tracing the tear in my suit, slipping between my cheeks. "Let me help." His touch sent a jolt through me, my body betraying every heroic instinct as I moaned, my knees weak. When his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping at me like I was the last drop of energy in the world, I stopped caring about escape. All that mattered was the way his cock stretched me open, pinning me against the cold metal wall, my moans echoing off the steel.

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