After they were done, Olivia slowly moved toward Max, the young man sitting on an office chair, while she sat on his lap. Hugging his neck while looking at Helga with a smug smile.
For someone who likes it rough, she was really into aftercare hugging. Not like Max hated it; it was charming. However, before they kept going, there was an important deal they needed to do.
"So, what are you willing to do for us?" Olivia purred, her body still shaking and a little bit sore.
Helga gritted her teeth, her glasses just completely dampened by the stench flooding the room. "Really? You are going to beg for it?!" She barked, the view alone of those two making her even more eager.
A knowing smile later between the two, and the supervillain finally broke.
"Fuck, fine! If you need to tell you the features of having sex with me, I will help you with my power!" Helga yelled, willing to help them if she got some of that dick. More out of a sense of competition with Olivia than desire. There was a lot of horniness inside that petite woman, but what she wanted more was showing Max she was a perfect companion, like she felt.
"And what does that do?" Max asked, feeling his body hot and needing to use his power to cool off. Just having Olivia on top of him, her sweaty arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest, and those lips breathing so close to him, caressing his face with a warm puff of air, was making his head spin.
She really knew how to tease a man.
Helga puffed out her flat chest. "My power: Perfect Creation! Allows me—" she was interrupted mid-sentence.
"It is actually called Plagiarism; she doesn't even have a two words power like us," Olivia chimed in, her power telling that Helga was lying.
"your word against mine! And what power can you do? Turning into an insufferable bitch that always interrupts people?! Mine allows me to steal, under some irrelevant conditions, the crafting powers of other supers as long as they are not related to biology," the girl exclaimed, furious but quickly skimming over the conditions about the methods of her stealing powers.
"So you can't apply them to your body, forcing you to be just a normal girl at the end of the day," Olivia explained, another weakness of Helga's power. If she could steal biological crafting powers, even ones that could turn her into a cyborg, Supercollider would be a lot more dangerous. However, once you took out all her gadgets, she was defanged, as she was now. A normal woman with a soft body who lacked so much exercise that running a block would leave her breathless.
"Are you really talking down to someone who can make laser weapons? Ballistic futuristic guns, plasma, explosives, missiles, humanoid robots, drone production, portal technology, teleportation, super alloys, energy production, vehicles, force fields, cameras that can see the hair on the posterior of an atom, antigravity drives, futuristic plastics, ceramics, and even protection against memetics or cognitive hazards," Helga listed each of the specializations she had stolen. With that amount of power, it was clear how she was able to take over the moon and turn it into a weapon.
Helga could craft for him more guns, laser blades, plasma launchers, and all kinds of power armor. Even her robotic assistants could help the whole bunker to flourish into a proper supervillain base.
Max blinked a few times, catching a nugget of gold on that river of words. "Wait, portals?" He asked before getting pinched on the legs by Olivia. A subtle way to say to him: "Don't let her know that we really need that power."
It was necessary; Helga knew very well that if they wanted to be forced to use her techniques, Ange could go wrist-deep into her brain. Cooperation was the key to their success, and everything could be extremely simple if both Helga's and Olivia's egos were not boxing for the title of the heavyweight champion.
She nodded a few times. "Yes! I can take you out of this shithole to another dimension if you want!" Helga yelled, feeling this wave of relief, a step closer to getting what she wanted.
The woman wanted him to sing praises to her about how amazing her powers were. Praises that evolved into hugs, caresses, and then his tongue inside her mouth and his dick on her—
"Oh yeah, well, that is good," Max muttered, showing his poker face and following Olivia's instructions.
She blinked a few times. "Just good?!" Helga screeched, almost foaming at the mouth.
"I am not a cheap manwhore that will sell his body for some power," the man answered, and Olivia almost said something inappropriate but managed to hold her viperine tongue.
"Then what do you want?" the petite supervillain finally asked, with a defeated tone.
"What will you do for me? Sexually?" Max asked the big question.
Helga blinked a few times. "Choking! Electric shocks, surprise anal, slapping, shibari! Just ask!" She yelled, exposing all her dirty kinks. Helga would not be surpassed by Olivia in terms of sexual preference. For a kissless virgin porn connoisseur like her, she had a more than big list of things she wanted to experiment with.
Max blinked a few times; the idea of using his electric shock during sex was intriguing, to say the least. "I was actually going to ask for blowjobs, but that also will help," he answered.
"Not like she is against it," Olivia added, always trying to get the last word but only making Helga roll her eyes. As if the tanned girl was a bastion of purity.
"So, fully support me, and I can bend your body like a pretzel at will," the man said in his final offer.
The problem of having that woman be the mother of his kids crossed his mind for a second. He could already imagine the discussion they would have raising them. However, the more they fought, the more amazing the hate sex after would be. He just needed to keep calm in front of his kids.
"Yes!" Helga yelled, her eyes wide open and her smile from ear to ear.
"No condoms," Max added, just to make stuff clear. Being 100% immune to STDs and having a specific kink made those devilish pink balloons his kryptonite.
Helga chuckled; of course, no man would reject the idea of having her kids. "Ha! So you finally accepted that my genes are the best! Of course! I will let your seed be buried in my womb," she purred and crossed her legs.
"You don't have to say it like that . . ." the man said with some secondhand embarrassment.
"Yeah, that is completely unsexy," Olivia added.
"Oh, like your half-English, half-Spanish rambles are better," Helga barked back.
"I didn't need to sell my power to fuck him! I did the old traditional seducing way!" Olivia yelled, and both started to argue again, making Max have to shut them up the only way he knew.
"Anyway, do we have a deal? Or do I need to fuck Olivia's ass again?" He asked.
"Deal! Deal!" Helga yelled, ready to get destroyed.
Why did Max even do this in the first place? He already had Olivia and Ange for all the sex he wanted. Helga had a shitty attitude, her body was not smoking hot, and honestly, her face was not the best material for an open coffin. The reason was simple: he just wanted to fuck that ego out of her face. Helga annoyed him, so he wanted to dick her until leaving her with a wide, dumb smile.
"Well, time to do my job! Time to fuck my way out of this shithole, Max exclaimed and got up to untie the petite woman.
The second he did, Helga began to move to get a kiss, but he stopped her. Max had plans, and for that, giving her a kiss was the last thing he would do.
Olivia smirked, ready for what Max had in his mind. However, that smug smile began to fade away as she realized what he also had in mind for her. Helga would not be the only one getting fucked into being less bitchy. However, as he was now the father of her kids, she decided to give him that free pass from now on.