Jacque waited patiently for the nurse to withdraw her needle from his arm. She drew it back and grabbed a piece of gauze to cover the mark. He waved her off.
“That will not be necessary.”
She took a step back, a look of surprise on her face. A single drop of blood welled up. Jacque wiped it off with his finger. The mark was gone.
“Healing isn’t recorded as one of your talents,” the nurse said, fear edging into her voice. She took a step back from him. She looked down, noticed the needle still in her hand, and moved over to the tray to place it with the rest of her supplies.
“So,” Jacque said matter-of-factly, “You think you know everything there is to know?”
“N-n-n-no,” the nurse stuttered. Something in the edge of Jacques’s voice sent a chill down her spine. She gathered up her kit and backed towards the door. Jacque watched her, amused.
“You think your little locks and iron doors protect you?” Jacque sneered at her. “We are here for our curiosity. You cannot hurt us. I could tear that door off its hinges if I wanted. My siblings and I are your monsters. Your worst nightmares. My little brother’s screams could shatter your eardrums, a mile away.”
Shaking, the nurse backed against the solid iron door. She rapped on the door, trembling with fear as she watched Jacque like she was a rabbit and he the wolf that would devour her. The door opened, and she rushed through it, nearly colliding with the young woman on the other side.
Jacque stood as he saw the figure standing in his doorway. She was a head shorter than him. Her raven-dark hair hung down her back, a curtain of darkness dancing to a breeze nobody else could feel. Her green eyes twinkled with mischief. She had high cheekbones, a sharp nose, and a generous mouth. Her lips were full and plump. She was wearing a leather body suit that hugged her curves. Her long, slender legs were bare against the chill air, but she did not care. Knee-high leather boots completed the outfit. She stood in the doorway, letting Jacque’s eyes take her in.
“Delila,” Jacque said, his voice a whisper of desire. He stood, feeling his loins ache for her touch. He took a step towards her.
“Brother, dear,” Delila cooed softly, her voice husky, “Why do you tease the nurses so?”
Jacque laughed, his voice deepening, “Because I know how it turns you on.”
Jacque took another step towards Delila. She smiled and sauntered closer to him. A zipper across her chest rolled itself back, revealing a small, perfect breast. The nipple dark and erect. Jacque’s eyes widened slightly. They closed the gap, their arms wrapping around each other. Jacque pulled her body against his, feeling the leather crinkle against his gown. He wrapped one hand around her firm ass, squeezing it appreciatively.
Their lips met and parted, their tongues dancing. Jacque slipped his hand between under her ass, his fingertips tracing her most private parts. The leather parted under his finger. Delila pulled back, a gasp slipping from her mouth. She looked at him hungrily. Jacque felt a brush of her power across his skin. The gown he had been wearing fell to pieces around his body. His cock throbbed against her leather body suit. Delila hopped up into Jacque’s arms. He caught her easily, holding her ass against his groin. He lifted her onto the tip of his cock and eased her down onto it.
Delila sighed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head as she felt the solid length of meat filling her insides. She felt it throb and pulse inside her.
“Shall we have another child then?” Jacque whispered into her ear as he lifted and lowered her on his cock. Delila shook her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back and letting him hold her weight. She looked at his strong arms and broad chest. Her body throbbed with her need for release.
Jacque held her easily. Her warm legs against his skin made his heart beat a little faster. He sensed a presence outside the room.
“Brother,” he called softly, “Join us.”
A younger man walked through the wall. His nude body was supple with firm muscles. He was the same height as Delila, with the same raven-black hair, but cropped shorter. Delila pulled herself against Jacque’s chest and smiled. She met Jacques’s eyes and nodded. The newcomer walked up behind Delila and put his hands on her waist. Jacque pulled her ass cheeks apart as the newcomer slid his throbbing dick up her ass. Delila gasped in pleasure as she felt her insides penetrated. Delila moaned in delight as Jacque lifted her up and down.
Jacque shifted his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into Delila as he lowered her again. He let her sit there against his groin, savoring the sweet tightness of her pussy while his brother rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his thick cock in and out of her ass. Delila moaned as she watched the look on Jacque’s face. Off in the distance, he could hear an alarm going off. Jacque shifted his position, sliding a hair deeper into Delila.
Delila frowned at Jacque. Her voice was soft and husky, filled with need: “There is an alarm going off.”
“I can hear it,” Jacque answered with a sigh.
“Can you go check it?”
“Do I have to?” Jacque whined, “I haven’t cum yet. I wanted to feel your pussy flood with jizz while George fucks your ass.”
Delila giggled, “Maybe later, brother of mine. You know we cannot rule this city, let alone the planet, if they do not see us as saviors. Go. Please. We can fuck like rabbits later.”
George leaned forward and buried his face in Delila’s hair. His voice was soft and needy, “All three of us?”
Delila leaned back against George’s chest. She reached up and ruffled his hair. She whispered, “Of course, love, I want to feel your seed exploding inside of me, too.” Delila turned back to Jacque and slapped his shoulder playfully. “Go, do your speed thing.”
Jacque sighed. The air around him shimmered, and Delila froze. He stepped back and turned to the door. In two quick steps, Jacque was at the door. He turned and looked back. An afterimage of his body was still entwined with Delila, his cock deep in her tight pussy. He could still feel her muscles contracting on his cock. Her hair was frozen in the air. The only thing that moved was her eyes, slowly following him. Jacque sighed and stepped into the hall.
Jacque padded barefoot down the hall. Ten paces down the hall he found a buxom nurse, frozen in mid-step, a sublime smile on her face. He paused behind her and took a whiff of her hair. Something fruity and pleasant. Jacque walked around her and knelt between her legs. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of her sex. The smell intrigued him. Spicy, salty, and a hint of wetness. Jacque resisted the urge to tear through her clothes and taste her. He sighed and stood, imaging how it would feel to slide into her tightness. He smiled as he continued down the hall. She would probably have been delicious, but not nearly as delicious as Delila. Then again, who was?
Jacque passed two doctors frozen in mid-step—one carrying a clipboard, the other a coffee cut in his hand. Jacque pulled the coffee out of his hand, took a sip, and put it back. He frowned, not sweet enough. It was not bad for hospital coffee, but Jacque had had better. He continued to follow where the alarm came from. Growing bored, Jacque picked up a jog. Down a hall, up a staircase. Down another hall, turn, hall, turn, up another staircase. Then, he found a room filled with monitors. Many people had gathered there looking at the screens. Jacque sighed and carefully wormed his way through without touching them.
A pretty young woman sat in a chair, pointing at the screen. Jacque sniffed her hair, nuzzling her neck. She was barely 20 and single. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, and he could sense her loneliness like perfume in the air around her. She had pretty blue eyes and soft lips. He had to resist the urge to kiss her. Jacque turned and looked at the screen.
The computer monitor showed the outside of a bank in the city’s downtown area. A large, muscle-bound man was tearing the front doors of the building. Guards lay scattered across the ground in front of him. He was wearing some armor. Jacque sighed. He turned back to the girl in front of the monitor. Jacque noticed then that her chest was only slightly larger than Delila’s. He started to reach out, then stopped. He looked back at the monitor and groaned.
Jacque closed his eyes and let reality return to normal around him. His awareness snapped back into the room with Delila. Her pussy squeezed his big cock, and he sighed in pleasure. Delila tapped his nose with one long finger.
“Did you enjoy the smell of that pretty buxom nurse?” Delila asked with a wink.
Jacque shrugged, “She isn’t ripe yet. You smell better.”
“How much better?”
Jacque laughed as he lifted Delila and lowered her on his cock. She moaned softly. He leaned into her and kissed her softly on the lips.
“I wouldn’t fuck her this week,” Jacque whispered against her cheek as George continued to slide in and out of her ass. Delila moaned a little louder, her heart beating faster in her chest. Jacque could feel the weight of the other man’s dick sliding against his through Delila’s body.
“Not this week,” Delila said, a little disappointed. “What about the girl in the monitoring room?”
Jacque blinked at Delila, then chuckled, “I sometimes forget how far you can see. That one looked tasty.”
“I want to watch you fuck her,” Delila moaned, her breath catching as George started moving faster against her ass. Her breath came in soft hitches and moans. George paused and kissed her shoulder as he slid his groin against her ass. Delila smiled at Jacque.
“On the monitors, brother dear?”
“Some muscle-bound knucklehead is trying to rob the bank.”
“Time for business then. No more play.”
George groaned, then slid himself out of Delila’s tight ass. She closed her eyes as he did, a look of satisfaction on her face. Then she looked at Jacque and winked. “You too.”
Jacque started to pull back, but Delila’s pubic hair wrapped around his cock, trapping him inside her. He tried to pull back in vain. Jacque cocked an eye at Delila.
“Let us play the heroes, brother-lover-of-mine,” Delila cooed at Jacque, “Then you can fuck me silly.”
Jacque nodded, and as the hair untangled around his cock, he withdrew from Delila. She grinned as she looked down at his throbbing cock. Jacque frowned as her clothes resealed themselves over her dripping mound. Jacque turned from his sister’s beautiful body and grabbed the sheets off the bed behind them. He threw them over his shoulder and then traced his hand over his shoulder, molding the cloth to his body. Jacque let it harden and spread across his shoulders and chest, then down over his stomach, groin, and thighs. He left his shins and feet bare.
Delila giggled, “Leaving your feet bare again?”
Jacque shrugged, “Why not? It’s not like walking on concrete is going to bother me.”
“You look silly.”
“Would you prefer I wore knee-high stiletto boots?”
Delila laughed. “That would certainly send the media for a loop.”
George snickered behind Delila. He leaned to the side and looked at Jacque. Jacque shrugged. George turned and walked through the wall where he had come. A minute later, George walked back into the room; his body was now covered in a mix of hard plastics and what looked like concrete. The body armor shifted as he moved, yet it looked solid. Delila turned to him and placed a hand between his legs. She caressed him softly and kissed him on the lips. George’s armor creaked and flexed around his groin. Delila laughed as she stepped back. George blushed.
Delila closed her eyes, and her hair started to whip around her. Her body floated a foot off the ground. Delila held out a hand to both George and Jacque. They took her hand and started to float with her.
“Brother,” Jacque said to George with a wink, “We will need to phase if we are going to get there quickly.”
“Of course.”
“Don’t lose your pants this time,” Jacque snickered.
“One time,” George said exasperatedly, ” that happened one time, and you never let me forget it.”
“Boys,” Delila said, her voice stern and slightly annoyed. Jacque snickered, then stopped laughing. Delila’s hair started to whip and move even more. They floated upwards towards the ceiling. Jacque closed his eyes, and all three of them began to shimmer. With a sudden burst of speed, they flew through the ceiling.
In moments, they were high in the sky, soaring over the city. Jacque pointed, and Delila flew them in the direction needed. They zipped through the sky, swerving around high-rise buildings until they were above the scene Jacque had seen on the monitors. A dozen law enforcement vehicles were parked around the entrance to the bank. A massive brute of a man stood before the doors, bellowing at the officers huddled behind their cars. He wore an armored suit over his enormous body. Even from a distance, it was clear the man was close to ten feet tall. Delila flew the three of them around the scene once, then landed between the colossal man and the entrance to the bank. She let go of Jacque and George, then flew back into the air, hovering some twenty feet above them, watching.
Jacque turned to George and spoke softly, “Go inside, check if anyone is hurt. I will handle this.”
George nodded and walked through the building’s wall. Jacque turned back to the strange man. The hulking man turned to look down on Jacque. He paused for a moment, confused, then started laughing.
“You? You are going to stop ME!” The big man laughed, his voice booming through the square. Jacque sighed. The hulking figure reared back and then threw a punch at Jacque’s chest. Time froze.
Jacque sighed and stepped to the side of the big man’s fist. It was as large as Jacque’s chest. He bent over the man’s arm, noticed a small chink in his armor gauntlet at his wrist. He inserted his finger into the hole, found the tendons, and broke each one with a twist. Then he walked around the back of the man. The backs of his knees were slightly exposed. He inserted his finger into each knee plate and popped his finger through each kneecap.
Jacque looked up at Delila floating above him and blew her a kiss. He stood for a moment, admiring her beauty. The way her hair, frozen in the air, still seemed alive. He could barely make out the bands of energy circling her body, hugging those beautiful breasts. He felt himself growing hard watching her. Then he strolled over to the guards on the ground. All were unconscious, though only one looked seriously injured.
One of the guards must have been hit with a direct strike to the chest. His ribcage was cracked in multiple places, and he had been coughing up blood. Jacque bent over him, running his finger over the broken ribs. He sighed, reached into his chest, and pulled the ribs back into place. With a quick slip of his finger, he refused them back together.
Jacque looked deeper and saw the punctured lungs partially filled with blood. He grumbled to himself as he knitted the holes back together and drained the blood. Satisfied the man would live, Jacque stood and walked over to the vehicles. He saw a young female officer and could not take his eyes off her. As he drew closer, he noticed she had blonde shoulder-length hair tied neatly in a bun. She had her gun out, pointed in the direction of where Jacque had been when the big man had tried to punch him. Jacque stood next to her and sighted down her pistol to see what she had seen. He could still see his afterimage about to get punched in the chest. Jacque snickered.
He turned and took a closer look at the officer. Nat Wood, her nametag read. It probably caused her no end of grief. Her eyes were a piercing blue above a pouty mouth with full lips. Her nose was dainty and maybe a little small for her face. Jacque ran his nose along the hair tied in a bun. He inhaled deeply and smiled. She smelled good. Fresh. Like spring flowers that had just bloomed. Her chest was packed tight under her body armor and uniform, but Jacque could see her well-developed bosom. She hid it, probably to avoid teasing in the office or on the job. He looked over her shoulder at her. He smiled appreciatively. She had a nice ass. Jacque knelt behind her and inhaled deeply. She was aroused, and not by a small amount. He was surprised she had not soaked through her pants. Jacque leaned in closer and took another deep inhale. She smelled delicious. Like chocolate pudding with vanilla and the faintest touch of strawberries. Wow. He wanted to taste that.
Just then, Jacque noticed something move out of the corner of his eye. He turned, surprised, and saw a young girl watching him. She blinked at him in surprise. Jacque started to walk towards her, and she ran. Jacque blinked in surprise, then moved…
