(Esper Sister’s POV)
“I still can’t believe you did this!” Fubuki hissed, keeping her voice down.
Tatsumaki rolled her eyes. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re right here with me, so it’s ‘we‘ did this, not just ‘you.’”
“It was your idea, and you forced me to go along with it! What made you think it was good idea to break into King’s apartment and wait for him?!”
“It was quicker and easier than looking all over for him,” Tatsumaki replied defensively. “Besides, if he does come in, we can distract him before he attacks us.”
There was a large amount of skepticism in Fubuki’s expression. “Distract him how-EEP! W-what are you doing?!” she finished in a squeak, leaning back with wide eyes as her sister crawled towards with a seductive look.
“Show you how easily a man can be distracted,” Tatsumaki purred, biting back her chuckles. It was always fun to tease her little sister; hmm, how far should she go this time? Pressing her body against Fubuki’s, she leaned in—
The door opened abruptly, and the sisters turned as one to stare at it in shock, then fear.
King, reputedly as ‘The strongest man on Earth‘, was glaring at them, fiercer then they had ever seen. The bright light from the hallway behind him shrouded his face in shadow, making his eyes appear to glow and his scar even more prominent. His King Engine reverberated, almost shaking the room to pieces with its DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! DOOM! sound.
It was one of the most intimidating sights either of them had ever seen!
‘Shit, why are there intruders in my apartment?! Are they monsters about to kill me?! OH CRAP, it’s Tornado and Blizzard! Wait, what are they doing?‘
It was hard to see in the dark, so he reached out and flicked on the light. Able to see more clearly, he was even more confused. Why were the Esper Sisters waiting for him in the dark of his own apartment, looking like they were about to make out? If this was an attack of some kind, it was one of the odder ones he had ever heard of.
“What are you two doing here?” he asked, trying to sound stern and not like he’d nearly had a heart attack just a minute ago.
(Esper Sister’s POV)
The growl of King’s question hung in the air menacingly, and Tatsumaki could feel some sweat begin to form on her forehead. A quick glance at her sister wasn’t encouraging; Fubuki was sweating even more heavily than she was, staring at King like a mouse in front of a cobra.
Clearly, Tatsumaki knew, it would be up to her to do the talking.
“Hello King. Our apologies for being here without your knowledge, but there is something urgent we wish to discuss with you.”
King’s glare softened slightly, so he merely looked scary instead of terrifying. “I see. What’s so urgent then? Is it another monster attack?”
“No, nothing like that.” King’s eagerness for battle was legendary; Tatsumaki could feel his bloodlust in the air, making her shiver.
Surprisingly, her sister managed to speak up, finally getting over her nerves. “We were told that you know how to defeat Saitaima,” she blurted out. Blushing, she kept going. “If you share the information with us, we’re willing to fuck you. Both of us, at the same time, in any kind of positions you want.”
Which made them sound incredibly desperate, but Tatsumaki couldn’t really argue that they weren’t. For the sake of their pride if nothing else, she and Fubuki needed this information, needed a win against that caped idiot who was way too strong.
‘…Wait, what?! No way I heard that right. Is this a dream But…what if they really mean it. Ooooh boy…and what am I supposed to tell them? Me, know how to beat Saitama?! Maybe in a video game!‘
“I see,” he managed to say; by a miracle, his voice didn’t crack or squeak. “That would be an acceptable trade.”
‘Fuck it, I’ll think of something to tell them later. No way can I pass up a chance like this!‘
(Later, in King’s Bedroom…)
Fubuki frowned in confusion. King was naked, as was she and Tatsumaki… but he was just lying on his bed, not moving. He wasn’t making any kind of advances on them; it was like he was waiting. Did he not find them attractive?
No, that was stupid; his erection made it clear that wasn’t the problem. So why-
Her eyes widened in realization and she almost face-palmed. Glancing at her sister showed that Tatsumaki had reached the same conclusion:
King didn’t want to hurt them!
After all, Saitama had wrecked them both, and King was even stronger than that! He was letting them take the lead, so that he wouldn’t accidentally destroy them.
Fubuki licked her lips, feeling her own arousal spike. How considerate of him; she and Tatsumaki would have to reward him.
Frozen in place from shyness and cursing himself for it, King was abruptly snapped out of self-recrimination when the sisters raced forward. Then their tits were wrapped around his cock, and virtually all higher levels of thought stopped for him.
Tatsumaki’s boobs weren’t nearly as big as her sister’s, but she was even more enthusiastic and skilled, rubbing them all up and down the length of his pole, causing it to stiffen even more. King couldn’t remember ever being so aroused.
Then their tongues came into play and oh God, he was in heaven! It felt amazing, and the sounds they were making: little moans and gasps of desire, mixed in with slurps and kisses as they worshiped his dick.
When Tatsumaki opened her mouth wide and began deepthroating him, King thought for sure he was going to pass out from joy. The feeling only got stronger when Fubuki started licking and sucking his balls. Miraculously, he managed to keep from blowing his load; maybe his body was still locked up?
(Esper Sisters’ POV)
Fuck, just how much control did King have?! Tatsumaki couldn’t believe it: two beautiful women sucking his dick and rubbing their tits against it, and still nothing? What incredible willpower.
Well, time to step up their game then.
Floating herself in the air, she slowly lowered himself onto his cock, moaning as it slowly filled her up. Opening her eyes, she watched Fubuki bite her lip indecisively before her eyes lit up. Her younger but bigger sister positioned herself over King’s face, blushing hard and moaning even louder than she had. Heh, maybe King’s tongue was as talented as his cock. If that was the case, they were both lucky ladies.
But this…oh, this felt amazing! It was as if she could feel King’s power soaking into her body, making her even more aroused! Tatsumaki bounced herself on King’s cock, watching Fubuki’s tits bounce and gyrate. Even if she was her sister, it was still a hell of a sight.
All of this great fucking, plus the information to beat that caped baldy? Best day in a long damn time!
(Later, King’s POV)
Laying on his bed, Tatsumaki on one side and Fubuki on the other, King wondered what the hell had happened. It was awesome, don’t get him wrong, but still…what the hell?
“Mmm…you were so manly, and strong, and considerate,” Fubuki murmured, snuggling closer to him.
‘But I didn’t do anything at all the entire time…‘
“Definitely worthy of your reputation,” Tatsumaki agreed, before her eyes took on an avaricious gleam. “But now, I really want to hear your secret: how did you defeat Saitama so easily?!”
Fubuki also perked up, looking at him eagerly.
‘Crap crap crap! what do I say?! Fuck it, I’ll make something up; I really want to play that new dating sim game I bought, so I need them to leave. I’m sure things will work out somehow.‘
(Story by User: S22132)