More superpowers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Lu's golden eyes gleamed with unrestrained euphoria as he flexed again, running enormous hands over the sweeping expanse of his pecs, tracing the deep valleys between his abs, and squeezing the boulder-like peaks of his biceps. The sensation was intoxicating—every touch sent sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, like his body was a live wire plugged directly into the cosmos. He groaned softly, hips shifting as another wave of arousal built, his massive cock—now thicker than Charlie's forearm and veined like a marble sculpture—twitching with promise.
"Oh, this... this is divine," he murmured, voice laced with that angelic rumble. "I was a god before, Princess, but now? Now I'm the whole fucking pantheon." Megalomaniac visions flooded his mind: toppling the syndicates in Havenridge with a flick of his wrist, bending governments to his whims, sculpting the world into a playground for his pleasures. The power surged through him like fine wine—heady, addictive, erasing any lingering trace of mortality. He could rule. He would rule. Why hide in mountain hotels when he could claim thrones?
Charlie stood transfixed below him, her enormous blue eyes sparkling like stars caught in a net. She had always craved him—obsessively, jealously, wanting to hoard every glance, every touch. But now, gazing up at this seven-foot colossus of muscle and beauty, her desire twisted into something primal, inhuman. He was no longer just her father, her idol; he was a force of nature, a deity she needed to possess entirely, body and soul. Her hands itched to claim him, to mark him as hers alone. No more fleeing from angry husbands or scheming mistresses—now, with this power, she could eliminate them all.
"Daddy..." she whispered, voice breathy with awe. "Do you... do you have more superpowers? Like, even more than this?"
Lu paused his self-exploration, tilting his head with a smug, indulgent smile. "More? Sweetheart, I haven't even scratched the surface." He closed his eyes, golden lashes fluttering, and tuned inward—to the humming cosmic energy that thrummed in his core like an eternal engine. It whispered possibilities: endless, boundless. His limits? Nonexistent.
A sudden pressure built in his groin—hot, insistent, demanding release. His eyes snapped open, a wicked grin curling his lips. He wrapped one massive hand around his throbbing cock—now fully erect, a veined monolith pulsing with golden light—and aimed it at a nearby pine, thick-trunked and ancient.
"Let's see what this bad boy can do," he purred.
A grunt escaped him as he flexed internally. The cock bucked like a cannon. A solid, fist-sized lump of pearlescent cum rocketed out, slamming into the tree with explosive force. Wood splintered; the trunk shattered midway, top half crashing down in a cascade of needles and branches.
Charlie yelped, stumbling back, her yellow dress whipping in the wind of the impact. "Daddy!"
Lu threw his head back and laughed—deep, villainous, utterly delighted. "Holy shit! Did you see that, Char-char? I'm a walking artillery piece!"
He inhaled deeply, chest expanding like bellows, and aimed again—at another tree fifty yards away. This time, a thick rope of cum erupted, coiling through the air like a living lasso. It wrapped around the trunk with viscous tenacity, adhering instantly.
A slight tug from Lu—barely an effort—and the tree uprooted with a groan, roots ripping free in a shower of dirt. He swung it lazily overhead before hurling it downslope like a javelin.
"Not bad," he smirked, stroking his cock absently. "But can I get creative?"
He targeted a third tree. Another flex; a glob of sticky, glowing cum shot out, splattering across the trunk and hardening into a gelatinous web that pinned it in place. He laughed again, the sound echoing off the mountains. "Look at me—I'm a one-man demolition crew! Or should I say, one-dick demolition crew? Nietzsche never dreamed of this kind of will to power."
Charlie's exclamation cut through his glee: "Daddy! You're... you're floating!"
He glanced down—and blinked. His bare feet hovered six inches off the ground, toes pointed elegantly. The cosmic hum intensified, lifting him higher.
"Hah! Flight? Of course I can fly!" Amazement lit his face like a child's on Christmas morning. He wobbled at first—arms windmilling comically, massive pecs jiggling—then steadied. It took minutes: a tilt of the hips, a flex of those oak-thick thighs, and he was soaring.
He zipped upward, looping lazy figure-eights above Charlie, golden hair trailing like a comet's tail. Control came instinctively—subtle shifts of his glutes propelled him, turning dives into graceful arcs. He whooped with joy, spiraling higher, then dove back down, landing on tiptoe beside her with ballerina precision. The ground trembled faintly under his weight.
Charlie clapped, eyes wide and adoring. "That was amazing!"
Lu's smile turned razor-sharp, ego inflating like his muscles had earlier. "Amazing? Kiddo, I'm transcendent. Forget the hotel—why hide when I can conquer? Those fools in Havenridge? They'll kneel. The world? Mine for the taking. And you, my little princess... you'll be right there, ruling beside me."
He scooped her up effortlessly—one arm under her knees, the other around her back—holding her against his colossal chest like a doll. She nestled in, fingers tracing his veins, heart pounding with possessive fire.
The night stretched endless before them, filled with power and promise. Lu's plans shifted: no more running. Only ascension.
"Oh, this... this is divine," he murmured, voice laced with that angelic rumble. "I was a god before, Princess, but now? Now I'm the whole fucking pantheon." Megalomaniac visions flooded his mind: toppling the syndicates in Havenridge with a flick of his wrist, bending governments to his whims, sculpting the world into a playground for his pleasures. The power surged through him like fine wine—heady, addictive, erasing any lingering trace of mortality. He could rule. He would rule. Why hide in mountain hotels when he could claim thrones?
Charlie stood transfixed below him, her enormous blue eyes sparkling like stars caught in a net. She had always craved him—obsessively, jealously, wanting to hoard every glance, every touch. But now, gazing up at this seven-foot colossus of muscle and beauty, her desire twisted into something primal, inhuman. He was no longer just her father, her idol; he was a force of nature, a deity she needed to possess entirely, body and soul. Her hands itched to claim him, to mark him as hers alone. No more fleeing from angry husbands or scheming mistresses—now, with this power, she could eliminate them all.
"Daddy..." she whispered, voice breathy with awe. "Do you... do you have more superpowers? Like, even more than this?"
Lu paused his self-exploration, tilting his head with a smug, indulgent smile. "More? Sweetheart, I haven't even scratched the surface." He closed his eyes, golden lashes fluttering, and tuned inward—to the humming cosmic energy that thrummed in his core like an eternal engine. It whispered possibilities: endless, boundless. His limits? Nonexistent.
A sudden pressure built in his groin—hot, insistent, demanding release. His eyes snapped open, a wicked grin curling his lips. He wrapped one massive hand around his throbbing cock—now fully erect, a veined monolith pulsing with golden light—and aimed it at a nearby pine, thick-trunked and ancient.
"Let's see what this bad boy can do," he purred.
A grunt escaped him as he flexed internally. The cock bucked like a cannon. A solid, fist-sized lump of pearlescent cum rocketed out, slamming into the tree with explosive force. Wood splintered; the trunk shattered midway, top half crashing down in a cascade of needles and branches.
Charlie yelped, stumbling back, her yellow dress whipping in the wind of the impact. "Daddy!"
Lu threw his head back and laughed—deep, villainous, utterly delighted. "Holy shit! Did you see that, Char-char? I'm a walking artillery piece!"
He inhaled deeply, chest expanding like bellows, and aimed again—at another tree fifty yards away. This time, a thick rope of cum erupted, coiling through the air like a living lasso. It wrapped around the trunk with viscous tenacity, adhering instantly.
A slight tug from Lu—barely an effort—and the tree uprooted with a groan, roots ripping free in a shower of dirt. He swung it lazily overhead before hurling it downslope like a javelin.
"Not bad," he smirked, stroking his cock absently. "But can I get creative?"
He targeted a third tree. Another flex; a glob of sticky, glowing cum shot out, splattering across the trunk and hardening into a gelatinous web that pinned it in place. He laughed again, the sound echoing off the mountains. "Look at me—I'm a one-man demolition crew! Or should I say, one-dick demolition crew? Nietzsche never dreamed of this kind of will to power."
Charlie's exclamation cut through his glee: "Daddy! You're... you're floating!"
He glanced down—and blinked. His bare feet hovered six inches off the ground, toes pointed elegantly. The cosmic hum intensified, lifting him higher.
"Hah! Flight? Of course I can fly!" Amazement lit his face like a child's on Christmas morning. He wobbled at first—arms windmilling comically, massive pecs jiggling—then steadied. It took minutes: a tilt of the hips, a flex of those oak-thick thighs, and he was soaring.
He zipped upward, looping lazy figure-eights above Charlie, golden hair trailing like a comet's tail. Control came instinctively—subtle shifts of his glutes propelled him, turning dives into graceful arcs. He whooped with joy, spiraling higher, then dove back down, landing on tiptoe beside her with ballerina precision. The ground trembled faintly under his weight.
Charlie clapped, eyes wide and adoring. "That was amazing!"
Lu's smile turned razor-sharp, ego inflating like his muscles had earlier. "Amazing? Kiddo, I'm transcendent. Forget the hotel—why hide when I can conquer? Those fools in Havenridge? They'll kneel. The world? Mine for the taking. And you, my little princess... you'll be right there, ruling beside me."
He scooped her up effortlessly—one arm under her knees, the other around her back—holding her against his colossal chest like a doll. She nestled in, fingers tracing his veins, heart pounding with possessive fire.
The night stretched endless before them, filled with power and promise. Lu's plans shifted: no more running. Only ascension.
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