*Warning: Some graphic imagery*

"Unghh! Unnngg.....FUCK YES!...Ungh!", the normie woman screams behind her locked office door. The lights had been turned off long ago when regular business hours had lapsed for the building.

"Oh God, fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER! Unnngg unnnggg!!! Fuck me with that fat cock, Heartlander! FUCK MEE!!!", she continued to scream between my grunted thrusts. The little normie was barely able to breathe between thrusts, but she seemed determined. The sounds of flesh slapping had been echoing around the walls of that office for well over 20 minutes, followed by breaking furniture and objects thrown out of the way. Her orgasmic moans dotting the soundscape like peaks in an orchestral movement....but I had been holding back. Missionary on the desk, doggie over her couch, cowgirl on the floor, and now holding her up against the wall using only my dick.

I let my mind wander for a moment, thinking about the super power gifts I had been born with; obviously super strength, but I was also able to harness the power of heat vision, super speed, and near-invincibility. All it took was a couple schoolyard fights for the government to step in and demand that my powers to be reigned in. A handful of other individuals were discovered around the same time, and were also force to control their power so that they could be used in the world's darkest times.

Fuck that. What good is having unimaginable power if I couldn't abuse it a little to get my way. Sure, the fame has made it too easy to get all the pussy I want, but...

"FUCK, I'M CUMMING!!!!", I shout.
"Oh gooooooooddddd, me toooo!!!", the woman screams with me. "AHHHH!!!!!!", her body locks up and vibrates on my cock again as she reaches her next consecutive climax.

I felt my own orgasm approach, my cock already convulsing. The warm sensation that followed would be the last this woman would ever know.

I clean myself up, zip my uniform back up, and walk out of the office door as if it were any other day. I walk a few feet from the building, kneel, then launch myself into the air with a sonic boom. *She's someone else's problem.*, I thought to myself. I'll call it in when I get back to the Tower of Justice.

Maybe I should make an effect to find a Super that could survive a good fuck? Perhaps, but thus far I can't stand any others. Who knows...new Supers are constantly being discovered. But then again, I can be rather rough with my toys.

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Hi there, I'm Jon Ficke! As you could probably tell from the prompt, this is a departure from my usual stories....and it's inspired strongly from "The Boys". I like the idea of a corrupt superhero doing pretty much whatever he likes. Looking for someone that would be his match for sadism or power, or maybe you're looking to be absolutely obliterated by his superpower in a moment of passion.

My Super's name is Heartlander and he wears a blue and red suit with a bald eagle silhouette on his chest. He stands at 6'2", has blue eyes, and light brow hair and trimmed beard. Imagine a mix of Homelander (The Boys) and Omni-Man (Invincible).

I'm open to most things except toilet stuff, animals, and things along those lines. Reach out to me with any ideas you might have, I can be quite flexible if you have kinks you'd like to explore! I use reddit chat, reddit messages, and discord. Looking forward to your letters!