by Jamie Hawke
“I’m exhausted,” I said, moaning as first Charm’s lips met my neck, then Gale stepped in from the other side, nibbling on my earlobe.
“We’re all exhausted,” Twitch said, but was smiling. “Doesn’t mean we can allow ourselves to forget to celebrate. Considering that we’re all alive and have just foiled a big part of Ranger’s plans, I think we owe it to ourselves.”
She knelt and started pulling at my pants.
“Ooh,” Charm said, running a hand through the woman’s hair, still kissing my neck. Her other hand found my ass and spanked it playfully.
“And this time, at least we all know why we’re doing this,” Gale said with a pinch of my nipple.
“Ow, that hurt!” I protested.
She grinned. “Good, you deserve it. Ever lie to me again and you’ll get much worse than that.”
She glanced down at my cock as it flopped out, then knelt next to Twitch and motioned for Charm to do the same. All three of them were there, rubbing my thighs and ass, taking turns on my cock, at times two licking on it, sometimes one at a time while the others went for my balls. Then they started to undress each other and Twitch had her hand on Gale’s pussy, and I stepped back, watching as they both fingered each other.
“Breaker,” Charm said, standing now as she continued to stroke my cock, watching them.
“Yeah?” I gulped trying to suppress the urge to cum.
“I’m ready.”
“Ready?”
She pulled me by the chin so I was looking at her. “Ready.”
It took me another couple of seconds to process what she was saying and realize what it meant. When she tugged on my hand and reclined onto the bed, pulling me with her, I was sure.
“Be gentle,” she whispered into my ear as she pulled me close, “at first.”
I leaned in, kissing her, tongue moving across hers, then went to her neck, her collarbone. I wrapped my arms around behind her shoulders, and then looked into her eyes as I lowered my cock. It rubbed against her mound, then down to the wetness between her legs. As it started to enter, her eyes went wide and she gave a huge smile, and when I was all the way in she was wrapping her legs around me, pulling me in deeper, if that were possible.
Slowly, I moved out, in, not all the way, but enough to get the motion started, and then she was rocking her hips and we were making love. The other two were watching, caressing each other, and when Charm came and pleaded for it to stop, they took their turns. I guess all of the recent sexual encounters had numbed me, because I was rock hard and just kept going and going. I almost made a joke about changing my superhero name from Breaker to the Energizer Bunny, but was pretty sure they wouldn’t get the reference.
And when they had all cum, I was still standing there, rock hard, covered in sweat.
“Finish for us,” Gale demanded, sitting back and staring up at me. “I want to see you do it.”
“Ooh, please?” Charm said.
Twitch reclined until her head was on Gale’s lap, and she simply licked her lips, then winked. Honestly, at this rate it was probably the only way to have an orgasm, so I took a stance in front of them, wrapped one hand at the base just above the balls, the other taking the upper half, and started to stroke.
They loved it, moaning and massaging their breasts, and I was like their god that they knelt before as I stroked my manhood. Yeah, that’s right, I called it that… in my head. Then my abs tightened, my cock grew and throbbed and the ladies were moving for me, stroking my legs, fondling my balls as I touched myself, and with one gentle moan, I let loose.
To say it was a mess was an understatement, and we were all surprised I even had that much left in me. But there was a shower, and soon we were all cleaned up, eating local fruits and nuts, drinking water and juice that reminded me of a mix of coconut and pineapple. Next, I remember not being sure how I got there, but I was on the bed, all three of them with me, and my eyes were closing. Charm’s head was on my chest, Gale with an arm wrapped around Twitch, who had herself propped up, staring into my eyes.
“We find my brother,” I said, drowsily, “starting tomorrow. Or whenever the hell we wake up.”
“Agreed,” Twitch said, and she wrapped an arm around me, leaned over, and pressed her lips to mine.
It was the perfect way to send me off to sleep.
THE END
About the Authors
Jamie Hawke
After working on Marvel properties and traveling the world, Jamie Hawke decided to settle down and write fun, quirky, and sexy pulp science fiction and superhero books. Are they all harem? Oh yeah. Oh yeahhhh.
It all started when Jamie was eleven, creating nude superhero comics with his best friend. What perverts! But hey, they were fun and provided good fodder for jokes up into their adult years. Now the stories have evolved, but they capture that same level of fun. Hopefully you will enjoy them as much as the author loved writing them!
Author Ramblings
Thank you for reading my first solo project, and I hope you've had a chance to read Planet Kill! That was a fun project, written with my buddy, Sebastian Wilde.
However, I've always wanted to write super heroes of this type, and so this is more of a passion project. If you've read my bio, you know I used to make nude superhero comics with a friend when we were eleven or twelve. In many ways, writing this was a way to get in touch with my youth. Of course, I've changed a lot since then, and so have my story ideas.
I hope you enjoyed reading the book, and look forward to more of my writing! Planet Kill 2 is coming soon. As you can see by my sample included here, I also have another Supers book, this time from the point of view of Chad's brother. Exciting! So stay tuned.
Keep reading, and I'll keep writing!
I’m super excited and hope you’ll follow me on Facebook and Amazon (Click here and then ‘Follow’ under my name/pic). That way, you won’t miss it! It’s probably my best work ever.
Thank you again, and I look forward to hearing from you!
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Grab book 2 - PLANET KILL: HAPPY HUNTING!
"They've taken Mortal Kombat meets Hunger Games and thrown a layer of debauchery on it. Brilliant!"
More blood, sex and death as one man fights against a deathly conspiracy—and one woman seeks justice.
He’s forming his harem and is now a major player on Planet Kill. As Pierce makes his moves to cement his hold on power here, he continues his mission to escort forced volunteers off planet. Only, along the way he discovers a much broader conspiracy: one which threatens the nature of humanity.
She has her harem but is on the way up and out. She plans to ascend to Planet Paradise Fourteen, where she will finally have her revenge. If only this planet were everything it appeared to be on the surface, instead of the golden-framed and crystal-distorted mirror image of Planet Kill.
WARNING: This book contains gratuitous violence and sex, harems, reverse harems, massively oversized members, breasts galore, and ample blood. You might cringe, you will laugh, and hell, you might even cry. We refuse to apologize for any of it.
Jamie has a new Harem SciFi Superhero book!
SUPERS: EX HEROES
Superpowers. Super harem. Super awesome.
Who in their right mind tells both his lawyer and the judge presiding over his murder trial, “Fuck you!” while still in the courtroom? No one, right? Yeah, you’d be wrong about that. I did.
You’d say the same thing if you were just found guilty of a murder you didn’t commit, though. Call me crazy for going off like that in court, but trust me, you don’t know crazy until you see what happened next.
/> I never believed in superheroes. I certainly didn’t believe that I’d become one, or that strategically forming a harem of hot chicas and getting down with them to form my superpowers would be the key to my survival.
Did I say my survival? I meant the universe’s. No, really...that’s exactly what happened when I was taken to a galaxy of supers, thrown into a prison ship full of villains, and told it was up to me to stop them all.
Read on, friend, because it gets a whole hell of a lot crazier from here.
Supers: Ex Gods - SAMPLE
A spicy sneak peak
“Payday,” Threed said as she licked her lips, face inches from my crotch. Her mismatched eyes, one blue and one red, stared up at me as she unzipped my pants. Her other hand was already caressing my cock through my pants, so that when she pulled down my pants and boxer-briefs, it flopped out, ready to go.
“Threed,” she was named because of the way her eyes resembled those old school three-D glasses with the red and blue. So Threed, like Three-D, only pronounced like peed.
At first, I had found those eyes shockingly out of place. But now, staring up at me with her mismatched orbs and a hint of a smile, one hand gripping the base of my cock while she traced her lips with its tip, they only struck me as sexy as hell.
“Want more?” she said, and then she blinked, creating a copy of herself at my side—her super power, and the real reason she was called Threed. She was able to imagine something and make a replica of it, though she could only really make three of something at any given time. It was her limit, because anything more than that and she couldn’t focus enough to make them do anything, even continue to exist.
Three-D printing had been a thing for centuries now, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
Her replica immediately joined in, Threed moving out of the way but bringing my cock with her. When she engulfed it, I thought I was in heaven. Then her replica’s tongue met my balls. My stomach muscles clenched, a tingling worked its way up from my shins to my groin, and I had to bite my lip to keep from yelping in ecstasy.
“Oh, the big D can’t handle it?” Threed said teasingly, though it sounded muffled as she hadn’t taken my cock out of my mouth. Before I could answer, she started stroking it while moving her head up and down, the replica giggling and flicking her tongue across my balls.
“Shit, shit,” I can’t, I admitted. Maybe one day, but for now I pulled back, sighed, and grabbed Threed by the ass before hefting her up and onto the counter of our little room in the space ship.
The walls were thick enough and we were mid-flight, so I doubted whether the other girls would hear. Not that they cared—hell, half of them were probably listening in, touching themselves and thinking about getting their turn.
I needed to rest, but couldn’t think about that at the moment. Right then, I needed to bring it like it had never been broughten. So I squeezed her ass while she took my cock and guided it into her wet pussy.
It was tight, warm… home. Where I belonged. I slid in while moving my lips to hers, pressing firmly and tasting her tongue, then moved my mouth to her neck while my hand that wasn’t on her ass found her breasts, and then we were moving, faster, faster… Another set of hands found my back, moving down to my ass and I jumped, startled as a finger attempted to work its way down there.
“No, no,” I said, also not ready for that. Someday, maybe? If I was drunk? A glance back showed me that Replica was pouting.
“You want me to get rid of her?” Threed asked. “Or can I…?”
I rolled my eyes, uncomfortable with what I knew she wanted to do, but I said, “Fine.”
She grinned, blinked again as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my hips toward her to get the rhythm started again.
“This is weird,” I heard myself say, but it wasn’t me—it was my replica, standing behind me with her replica, his cock (well, my cock) fully erect and more impressive than I’d ever realized when glancing down at myself.
“Did you…?” I asked, losing focus.
“Dear, honey, sugar,” she stared at me, frustrated. “I can only make exact copies. You really are that big.”
I glanced back, smiled, and said, “Damn.”
“Stop looking at my cock, er, me,” my replica said, and then we both laughed, and I turned back to focus on Threed. A second later, moans and yelps of satisfaction sounded from the other two, so I knew they were going at it. Threed was watching over my shoulder as I pushed up into her, our two bodies becoming one.
As tingles spread through my body, sweat formed on my chest as I lost any thoughts of what was going on around me, I didn’t give a shit if watching a very exaggerated version of a mirror of us turned her on.
Hell, it would probably turn me on too, if I could focus on anything at the moment aside from the amazing feeling of her tight pussy. My mind only had two thoughts running through it—damn this felt good was the first. The second was the realization that this was only the beginning.
I was in for the weirdest, most amazing sex I’d ever had.
Chapter 1
Payday, bitches.
It was time to collect the last of my stipend deposits from serving in the Elite Space Marines. Those of us who went special forces—Marine Recon, in my case—were rewarded by a spot in one of the few middle-class cities remaining on Earth. That was me, too poor for the Paradise Planets, but not desperate enough to volunteer for the Planet Kill system.
This money was destined for great things. A shot of caffeine to put in my final hours preparing for the last stage of my tests with the Interstellar Bureau of Investigation, or IBI. I figured studying around home while getting a chance to check in with my brother and see our foster parents made a lot of sense, but it was going to be a surprise. The idea of walking up to my brother’s door and astonishing him like that made me all giddy as I approached the bank door. It was even enough to ignore the lines of beggars to my left and the flying pods overhead, several of them occupied by security forces ready to shoot down those beggars if they tried anything.
“Thanks,” the tall woman said as I held the bank door open for her, then another, “Thanks,” followed, and I noticed the ten-year-old girl following her. Much like her mother, the girl exuded relative wealth (nobody was really wealthy if they lived on Earth). She had cute little pigtails but her face was buried in a holographic screen that projected from the device on the back of her hand.
Holo tablets were only found around places like this bank—even with someone like me around, the beggars would still see that, and likely snatch it in an instant, making me wonder what her mom was doing letting her show it off like that. Sexy mom, but not so smart.
Hey, I noticed these things. It was all part of the plan. We all have plans, right? Well, mine was to get into the IBI, ratchet up the numbers in my bank account, and then find a wife. If I was really lucky, I’d have a little girl like this one—or a boy, I wasn’t picky. Having survived the Marines, I felt I had another shot at this thing called life, and I wasn’t going to waste it by not having a family.
That is, if the gods had that in store for me, of course.
A glance back from the woman and she frowned, watching the way I was eyeing her, and suddenly my good will from holding the door for her was gone. Damn. I waited for a couple to enter, then followed after them so that I wouldn’t be in line right before the other woman.
Waiting in line at these things was usually a chance for me to run back over the questions and answers I’d been studying for my IBI tests, and I’d been about to when the bank door slammed open with a crash.
“Everyone shut the fuck up!” a man shouted, blaster pistol held high. He was at the entrance, strolling into the bank with purpose, eyes moving across the crowd and quickly analyzing me and two other guys who looked to be in good shape. Either he was about to flirt, or was scanning the room for possible threats to whatever plan he had in mind. My guess was the latter.
He went for the largest of us first,
aiming his blaster, not even bothering with the tellers or going for the vault. The victim’s eyes went wide, a trickle of piss running down his leg. He was probably just a regular guy, going about his day trying to survive in this messed up world. He didn’t deserve this, and apparently had no idea how to deal with it. I’ll say it now, and I’ll say it again—no amount of watching people kill each other or fight on that Planet Kill program will every prepare you for the moment when a gun’s pointed at your face.
I, however, was special forces, or had been. Marine Recon, always ready to lay my life down for my brothers in arms, for my country. Why should this time, here in a bank with all of these civilians and children around, be any different?
So I charged, slamming into the guy and knocking the pistol from his hand. It was only then that I saw someone I recognized, the man who had just run in from outside—my brother, Chad.
The recognition had distracted me just long enough for the criminal to recover. I thought he’d go for the gun, but instead his eyes went all weird, at first silver and then black, or half silver and half black, it was all so confusing. Smoke rose from his fingers and I was sure either he was high or I was, and that something very bad was about to happen.
