Thread: Real heroes wear underwear on the outside (Casket & IxStarfallxl )

The Samaritan clenched his fists and readied himself to deal the killing blow to Nightmaric, finally ending the maniacs reign of terror once and for all. But as his arm cocked back and he was ready to spring forward his mind began to wander from the all encompassing rage he was feeling. Suddenly the images of his sweet young sidekick finger fucking herself filled his head followed by memories of him lusting after her once she'd taken her role as his companion. He tried to shake them, but the more he tried focused the more gratuitous the imagery became. He saw Melody changing into her new costume once she'd left the Teen Brigade and come to stay with him at his Island of Solitude. Watching her perfectly formed ass slink into that skin tight costume as his massive dick swelled and urn to pound her into oblivion. Then a fleeting memory of sucking his cock, gently sipping the precum from the tip and giggling up at him like a school girl. After that came the more hardcore stuff, fucking her and slamming into pussy with enough force to crack the stone walls of his bed chambers with her head. The visions ever intensifying and becoming more and more pornographic as the seconds clicked by. In a particularly titillating vision he saw Melody turn around to look at him while he was boring out her asshole, she smiled and it was Nova's smile. That thought was what it took to break the stream of false memories that Nightmaric was pumping into his brain. The Samaritan screamed and brought his fist down, not on Nightmaric, but onto his own jaw. The force was so loud it sounded like a thunderclap and the chrome sentinel flinched against his own self inflicted pain, but it was enough to bring him back to his senses. He realized just then that his pride had bested him. Over the years he'd faced his archnemisis many times and thought for sure that the master manipulator didn't hold any power over him any more. Now though it was more than evident that the fiend was still growing in strength and must be stopped. He shook the dizzying effect of his own superstrength punch out of his head and steeled himself once again. I'LL KILL YOU! The Samaritan screamed and lunged, full strength toward the still seated Nightmaric. He brought his mighty fist down with enough force to level the building, but Nightmaric's dark force field held the blow at bay. It did however sink the thrown he'd been sitting in down several feet into the cement. The Samaritan drew back again, ready to take another strike when he realized the villain wasn't even looking at him. He was looking past him, or through him, but not at him. Look at how beautiful she is.....Just like her mother....a force of absolute destruction if I've ever seen one! Nightmaric said as he pointed behind the hero. The Samaritan didn't turn right away, although he did feel the power of something starting to radiate off of his back through his cape. He assumed it was some trick the villain was trying to get over on him. But as the bright white almost divine light started to eclipse his big shoulders he flinched and tried to catch a glimpse. There in all her truest glory was the avatar of Nova, not Melody, whom was still in the throws of passion with her own hand, but Sarah. Not that she looked anything like the pictures Graven had ever shown him, but for sure it was her and in her full power. He'd seen Nova go into one of these power overloads before and knew how dangerous it could be. Their power levels, when unchecked could wipe out an entire city if allowed to go critical. It was then that he had to make one of the hardest decisions of his life. Instead of taking down Nightmaric for his heinous crimes against the daughter of his one true love, he would have to abandon his revenge so that he could save his city, and hopefully save poor sweet Sarah. The Samaritan leapt into action and left Nightmaric to seek his fate in the quickly crumbling building. He took flight and hit Sarah at full speed, blowing through the walls of the already leaning building and up into the sky above Megalopolis City. Her glowing body so hot in his arms that it burned away the sleeves chest of his uniform and he held her tight against him. Even his notable invulnerability still faltered under the unimaginable power that was coming off of the the petite girl. He had only one choice and it was dangerous, but it was still better than the alternative. He clenched his eyes shut, focusing his own laser vision until it burned the interior of his eyelids and then opened them, unleashing his full power into her own eyes. The blast super heated her brain for only the briefest of seconds but it was enough to knock her out and bring her untethered power discharge to a halt. She went limp in his arms and the bright white light faded from her form. He had no idea of how badly he might have hurt her, but he prayed it wasn't too serious. His only real hope was that with the emergence of her mother's powers she'd also inherited her durability. Either way this was no place for her right now, He briefly looked down into the rubble of the collapsed warehouse and prayed that Swiftgirl had been spared. He would come back and search for her soon, but for now there was only one place he could think to take young Sarah, to the Island of solitude. Off he shot like a bullet, breaking the speed of sound and creating a sonic boom just as the media helicopters started to arrive on the scene of the disaster.