"Fuck . . . yeah . . . just like that . . . enjoy the taste . . . " He growled as his hands moved faster.
The catboy tightened the grip of his tail around her neck. "You love this? Don't you? Getting used and abused?" He teased her again.
She wanted to say no, she wanted to refuse that, but she was already knuckle-deep into her cunt, rubbing her G-spot while pressing her clit.
"Good! Since you are honest, I will allow you to come your brains out!" He finally allowed her some freedom while she looked him right in the eyes, begging him to drain his balls in her mouth with her eyes.
Tom's hands began to move faster now, fucking her face with short and shallow thrusts while rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He could feel his sperm factories about to blow up, as the hot and wet cavern was coiling around his cock tighter than her pussy.
Celene's throat burned, her jaw ached, and her cunt was about to explode in juices. She didn't want to stop; she didn't want him to stop. In between choked gasps and muffled moans, the girl was about to climax from getting her face used as a fuck toy.
It didn't take long before Tom was done.
With a final and loud squeal of pure pleasure, the man grabbed the girl and shoved her all the way in, making her kiss the base of his cock while he was gritting his teeth. The tight grip on her hair kept her in place as the first burst of semen came out of the tip.
He just clenched his balls and exploded, burst after burst of semen directly drained into Celene's stomach. However, when he knew that the last drop was about to burst, he quickly pulled out and left a long and sticky string of semen right on her face and glasses.
The second that Celene got struck by the strong and salty taste of the catboy spunk, she came. Her whole body tensed up, and a gush of girl juices ruined her pants like the man was ruining her makeup.
When it was finally over, the huge cock of the man, decorated by multiple smeared black rings, rested right over her face, coated in a thick layer of her juices. Celene was gasping for air, her lips swollen, her chin slick with spit, and multiple strings of saliva were connecting the two.
Tom took a deep breath and smirked, letting his tail relax as he tucked his cock back into his pants. However, before that, he patted her on the head, even with her hat between them.
"Good job," he purred, his voice dripping with a dangerous mixture of happiness and sadism.
"Now clean the mess you made in my workshop. I can't have this place reeking of semen and squirting juices," Tom finally said. With his balls empty and his gear done, it was time to put on his suit and start his hunt.
Celene took a few seconds to react, slowly getting up as the stench and strong flavor of the man still coated each inch of her mouth. She could even feel the strong and potent seed resting in her stomach. "Yes . . . master," she answered and bit her lower lip, resisting the urge to hug him from behind without his permission.
With fun times done, it was time for Tom to level up. His system demanded sex and blood, so now it was time to test how much carnage it required and, most importantly, what type of blood.
Celene would stay in the apartment, controlling the exploration drone they had bought, while Tom took a bus toward his destination. Dressed in his hero outfit, a small backpack, a holster with his pistol on it, and his shotgun hanging with a sling on his back, it was a sight to behold between the few civilians that were so done with their life that they didn't run out of the vehicle the second he went in.
Tom was heading toward a place that, as a hobo, he had learned to avoid. A place so dangerous and obscure that not even other supers truly knew what was lurking inside it. However, now, armed to the teeth and with proper support, it would be a golden opportunity for him to test something.
He took a step outside the bus and walked for two hours on this cold night. The buildings around him decayed into something more similar to ruins than proper living areas. He went past the poor part of the city and entered the abandoned zone, a place that could be considered no man's land after decades of incidents and super fights.
Finally, he reached it. It was a building that took up a whole city block, a strange structure with a twisted facade of rusted metal that bent into unnatural shapes, long curves that ended in sharp edges.
Even finding the entrance was hard, as it was easier to just sneak in by the countless holes of jagged glass that used to be windows. However, the catboy finally managed to find the entrance that was adorned with a big rusted sign that said "Stalwart's City Modern Art Museum."
What happened when a person who had a system died? Nothing, actually, and that was a problem that took the world too long to realize. Each effect created by a super, each monster born from their power, and each single chain reaction started by them just kept going without anybody to control it.
So with time, the gunk from their dead kept accumulating in the dark corners of the world. A single summoning now free from their shackles, an item rusting on an old shelf, and even skills and trait effects that were supposed to vanish after certain conditions lingered around. Each of them mixed with the other by sheer coincidence or bad luck. Decades passed; they fermented together, rotted together, and then bloomed into something that was not allowed to exist.
There were monsters in this world.