The Corvid Queen squeezed her powerful, dark thighs against the cold hips of Night Terror. She could hear him panting as she bounced herself upon his prick. She found his ridiculous stitched leather mask bothersome. He never took it off, thinking it added to his menacing aura. She knew this, of course, because her dark magics penetrated his mind.

“Oh, Night Terror! Fuck, your cock feels like it’s tearing me apart!”

His heart jumped, and a wave of pride washed over him. It was a lie, of course. His tiny prick wouldn’t bring her any pleasure. But he had the skills she needed, and the faster she could make him cum, the better.

He reached up and fondled her ample tits from over her costume. Corvid Queen could sense his disappointment. It was understandable why. Her breasts were quite wonderful, and he desperately wanted to sink his teeth into her tender flesh. He wouldn’t get the chance. She hadn’t bothered to undress. Normally, Corvid Queen preferred fucking in costume unless there was someone who really warranted getting undressed. She simply slid aside the thin strap of space-aged super-fabric that ran over her cunt and had popped his dick inside her.

She didn’t read thoughts, but emotions. A helpful trait to have, though not as powerful as a true telepath’s abilities. But that was the story of her life. Somewhere in the middle, never quite powerful enough for the big leagues. A fortune she aimed to change tonight. She gave him a pained cry to move things along.

“That’s right, girl! That’s how it feels to be fucked by Dark Counsel cock!”

She did her best not to roll her eyes. She’d been fucked by the Counsel before, just not as literally. Three times she had been denied membership of the most prestigious villainous organization on Earth, always passed over by some other criminal with a better portfolio of evil deeds. Or she had to watch as the more nepotistic villains weaseled in with family connections and a large bankroll.

In fact, even bringing up the Council made her blood boil. Her fist glowed purple as she punched Night Terror’s head so hard a mortal man would have been decapitated. He was regrettably unharmed. Corvid Queen would never spread her legs for anyone who couldn’t handle her tough love.

“Feisty bitch. That’s how I like it!” He reached up and grabbed her by the wrists. Rather than watch his lifeless, stupid mask, she used her dark power to worm her way into his mind and see through his eyes. Despite the green tint of his goggles, this was a much preferable view.

“Release me from your filthy grasp!” She struggled to free herself, whipping her body side to side as Night Terror painfully squeezed her small arms and overpowered her. He pulled her ample body down onto his cock. It had been her experience that most villains enjoyed a little faux reluctance. And she just wanted him to cum and perform the deed he promised.

Still, she found pleasure in seeing herself from his point of view. Watching her feathered cape bounce on her shoulders, the sweat dripping down her dark skin, the shine of moonlight against her black lipstick… Corvid Queen found herself quite sexy when fucking. It made her feel powerful.

Soon, she would raise herself higher than any villain on the planet!

For tonight, she would break the unbreakable. The one hero that had never been defeated.

Night Terror moaned, and his sticky load burst inside her. Good, she was anxious to get going. She wasn’t one to normally rely on tech to do her dirty work. But when she was so weak compared to her nemesis, Corvid Queen would stop at nothing to defeat the despicable do-gooder.

“Fuck, you enjoy that, Crow Girl?”

Corvid Queen choked down the insult. She needed him. And if she succeeded, no one would ever dare let such barbs slip in her presence.

She did her best to squirm and pretend like she enjoyed his paltry dick. “Mmm, thank you, Terror. Now, create the distraction I asked for.”

Night Terror rolled off his laboratory table and zipped his cock back into his suit. “Sure thing. I’ll send the blonde bimbo on an intergalactic wild goose chase. The most powerful hero on Earth will be gone for a few hours, so do whatever it is you’re gonna do. What do you got going on? Like an art heist or something like that?”

Grabbing a rag from his workbench, Corvid Queen wiped the semen from her thighs. “Something like that.”

She was keeping her cards close to her chest. What she was doing would make her a legend. After this, all would fear her.

Because before the sun rose tomorrow, Golden Justice would be broken.

And the world would tremble before the Corvid Queen!

——-

“This is nice. It feels like it’s been weeks since I got to sit down with my girls and just enjoy a family meal.” Undercover reporter, Louise Lovett, carefully maneuvered the sizzling stuffed chicken and roasted vegetables out of the oven.

“Golly, Dad. I know what you mean.” Velma Virtue beamed at her father. “That smells great!”

Her mother, Venus Virtue, ran her hand through her golden locks and smiled. It had been too long since she had enjoyed such a wholesome evening. It was nights like this that made it all worthwhile. “I think this is the first time we all had dinner together since Mr. Murderface held that Catholic boy’s choir ransom.”

“Ha! That nutball. I can’t believe he actually thought that was going to work. It’s a good thing Golden Justice was there to save the day!” Somewhere between Louise’s sly wink to his wife and the wet spot on the oven mitt transferring the heat to his fingers, their cat had begun hovering as she readied her attack against the mouse she spied inside the wall with her X-ray vision.

Venus did, though she didn’t have time to stop the super cat. “Curiosity, no!” One of the few beings on Earth that had quicker reactions than Venus was her pet, the only other being besides herself to be rocketed away from Seductious Seven before its untimely destruction.

Curiosity flew across the floor and crashed into the wall, tripping Louise and sending him and the roasting pan tumbling to the ground together. Had he been the patriarch of any other family, he would be promptly on his way to the hospital to deal with the burns. Instead, he found himself scooped off his feet at dizzying speed and cradled in his wife’s loving arms. “Heh, my hero!” He looked lovingly into her dark blue eyes before he remembered dinner. “Oh no, the roast!”

“Don’t worry, citizen! Your dinner is saved by the amazing dynamic duo of Golden Justice and her sidekick, Virtue Girl!” Velma had caught the burning pan flat against her palm and made sure not even the slightest bit of wayward grease was spilled before setting the pan in the center of the table. In her other hand, Curiosity held the dead mouse clenched in her jaws. “Bad, Kitty!”

Louise grinned. He never imagined the mild-mannered country girl he met at work might have been a superhero. I mean, there were signs. But they were easy to miss. Such as the long, flowing golden locks that seemed to glow in the sunshine, as well as the bulging muscles and nearly seven-foot frame. But he just assumed that was a coincidence at first. Besides, Venus wore glasses and Golden Justice didn’t. Who would have thought them to be one and the same?

Now, twenty years later, he was married to the world’s most powerful hero, and they had a child together. “Dinner is saved, so let’s eat!”

Suddenly, Mother and Daughter both turned toward the old rotary phone unassumingly set upon a bookshelf. Velma sighed, “Mom, it’s your night off! Can’t you tell the League to find someone else?”

Louise wrinkled his nose. His ears couldn’t hear the high-pitched signal the unassuming device gave off. But he knew when they got a call on it, he would likely be eating alone.

Venus shrugged as she set her husband down. “Lieutenant Freedom knows that, which is why he wouldn’t be calling unless it was important.” Faster than her husband could blink, she was across the room, phone in hand. “What’s the situation, Freedom?” She listened and nodded along. “Uh-huh. Ok. And how long till he gets to Earth? No, no, we wouldn’t want that. It’s best if Space Face and I intercept him before that happens. I’m on my way.”

“Oh boy, oh boy!’ Velma bounced giddily. “How long has it been since my last space mission?!”

Venus suddenly began spinning. Soon, her conservative pantsuit was lost in a tornado of color. When she stopped, Golden Justice stood heroically. Her cape billowed in a nonsensical indoor breeze as she valiantly looked to the skies. Her pristine white leather uniform was iconic, with her trademark starburst symbol across her ample chest. Velma looked at her Mother with an odd excitement. She was breathtaking when suited up.

“Well, you won’t be going tonight.”

Velma groaned. “Mooommm!” she dramatically protested. “You said I could come on the next one as part of my training!”

“I said you could come along on the next space mission provided you didn’t have classes the next day! And you have a physics final with Professor Pandemonium in the morning.”

Louise put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Sorry, kiddo. Education comes first.”

“This is so unfair! I can hear your conversation, you know. Super hearing. You just don’t want me fighting Vicious Void because he’s an S-tier villain. But I can take him! Really, I can!”

There was an uncomfortable silence. Velma was half human, and much weaker than her mother. Her parents always told her she could do whatever she put her mind to. But she knew she would never be able to shatter mountains with a punch or fly at the supersonic speeds her mother could.

Golden Justice hugged her daughter. “Maybe, but not tonight. You need more training, and perhaps you’ll unlock more power as you get older.”

“Mom, I’m already twenty. We both know that’s not going to happen.” She sighed. “It’s ok, it really is. I’m fine with being your sidekick. Really.”

Venus gave her daughter an extra tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. Velma shifted uncomfortably as her Mother’s powerful arms pushed her breasts into Velma’s face.

“Would you patrol the city tonight? I’ll be away for a few hours, and I know you can keep all the citizens safe.”

She sighed heavily. “Yes, Mom.”

“And remember, tomorrow you were going to fly to LA after your test. You are shooting that commercial to promote the Super-Abstinence campaign.” The heroine furrowed her brow and gave her daughter a knowing look. “Burner Boy is going to be there. Try not to fawn over him too much. We don’t need another talk about the importance of chastity, do we?” Under the stern glare of Venus’ blue eyes, Velma felt her chest tighten and a primal sense of fear overtook her.

“Mother! Of course not!” Velma wished she could disguise her attraction to her fellow sidekick. The very mention of his name made her cheeks rosey. She had hoped her growing infatuation with the young hero would have gone unnoticed. Burner Boy had long, dark hair and always smelled of smoke. His southern accent made her heart melt. He had even asked her on a date, though she knew her Mother wouldn’t allow it. “I just think he’s cute, is all.”

Louise scrunched his nose. “Inferno Man’s sidekick? I don’t like that guy, and I don’t trust his son! Isn’t Velma too young to be thinking of dating?”

Mother and daughter rolled their eyes together. “I thought I was supposed to be the overprotective one. She’s twenty. Velma is a young lady. It’s natural for her to like boys. And when she graduates college, she can start to date. Though I won’t allow her to date someone like that filthy little fiery flirt!”

“Guys! He’s real swell, honest! We work on our ethics and morality campaigns together. He runs the Heroes Against Drugs charity. And besides, he started going out with Vixen Fury after I told him I wasn’t allowed to date.” Velma did her best to mask her disappointment with that statement.

Her father crossed his arms and did his best to look menacing, something he admittedly wasn’t good at. “Well, it had better stay that way. My little hero is far too innocent for any hanky panky.”

“Don’t worry, Velma. You’re my daughter. You’ll have your pick of the boys, and I’ll help you weed out the ones who aren’t worthy of us.” Golden Justice gave her husband one last kiss. “I really have to go. I love you both.”

Golden Justice didn’t notice her daughter’s eyes lingering on her shapely, powerful legs. She didn’t see the way Velma’s eyes went wide as she stared at the way the white uniform squeezed her large breasts. Nor did she notice the way Virtue Girl rubbed her thighs together to try and mask the dirty wetness she felt growing. She never did.

Velma shook her head and tried to put the incestuous attraction from her mind. “Stop being gross, you two. A daughter can only see her parents kissing so much.”

———

Virtue Girl stopped to check herself out in the reflective window of the forty-third floor of the Danger Building. It was the headquarters of Dark Counsel leader, Dexter Danger. It was always curious to Velma how he could so openly try to murder her mother and conquer the Earth, yet still be allowed to run the biggest mega-corporation in the world.

But she let that slip from her mind as she adjusted her uniform. Her Mother dressed her in pink and gold, and Velma often found herself fluctuating from feeling pretty to embarrassed when she wore it. Her tall boots hugged her thighs, and the short pink skirt just barely covered her shiny modesty spanks. Her torso was adorned in pink with Golden Justice’s signature starburst crest, a symbol of righteousness and morality in an otherwise dark and scary world.

Her sidekick uniform shared a lot of similarities in design with her mother’s. Of course, she didn’t fill out the bust nearly as much. And she wasn’t a towering Amazon. Her soft red hair was different as well, one of the only physical traits she inherited from her father. But as she adjusted her golden gloves and matching domino eye mask, she brimmed with confidence.

All in all, she liked her outfit. But she found the colors and more conservative cut to be very girlish. She had asked her mother for a more mature outfit. She had been wearing this one since she was sixteen. Her mother’s PR firm felt it was important to emphasize her purity and innocence. Not all heroes were as image-conscious as her mother. She was obsessed with public perception and the legacy she would leave behind.

A few months ago, she mustered up the courage to ask Golden Justice if she could wear black, like her friend, Feline Frenzy. The answer always stuck with her.

‘Oh, sweetie. You’re better than that slutty kitty. Only whores, villains and villainous whores wear black to battle. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?’

Her mother’s strict values were smothering.

But enough worrying about that. She knew she should be grateful, and such petty thoughts did her no good. Her mother always had the final say. Her will was unyielding and absolute. Besides, it was time for her patrol.

Virtue Girl took a deep breath and stopped filtering the cacophony of voices that filled the city. Ever since her powers came in when she was sixteen, she could hear and see more than any human. She could listen to a conversation from across town and see through walls. A useful trait for finding criminals doing bad things, but it’s not like she could tune out everything else.

Her ears were flooded with secret whispers, private conversations, and… well… sex. Golden Justice was adamant about respecting people’s privacy. She taught her daughter how evil it was to surveil people who weren’t doing anything wrong. But sometimes she couldn’t help herself.

Sometimes she wondered if she was really ‘good’. So much of the way she acted and what she said was rehearsed. A face she put on. Not just her superhero identity. She felt like ‘Velma’ was also a mask. The nice girl who cared about grades, raised money for orphans, and wanted to save herself for marriage wasn’t who she would be by choice. But there were times when she could get away with it, and she liked to indulge in her salacious urges.

Secretly, Velma enjoyed listening to the intimate couplings across the city. She would peep through walls or watch people while hovering by their windows. To everyone else, it seemed like she was simply acting as a sentry for the city. If only they knew what the face of teen abstinence was thinking.

Tonight, she tried to push it out of her mind. Tried to focus on the criminal element and flew from one crisis to the next.

A broken-up mugging here. “Not today, criminals! Pay for your crimes and better yourselves!”

An orphanage fire put out. “All in a day’s work! Stay in school, kids!”

A bank robbery foiled. “The only withdrawal you’ll be making is from the prison commissary, evil-doers!”

The cheesy lines were important, according to Golden Justice. As she put it, it’s about the image. People were scared of the powerful, and they wanted to win them over. It embarrassed the hell out of Virtue Girl, but at this point she had forced herself to speak like that so often it now came naturally.

Except for maybe right now. Because as she hovered over the city, her ears were perked at a particular noise coming from a rooftop of a rundown apartment building.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s have a little fun.”

A man was dragging a dirty woman covered in rags to the edge of the building by her wrist. She placed her elbows on the stone ledge and looked vacantly over the...