My first visit to the Convention (pod1213 drawing)

The day had dwindled to an end, the vibrant cacophony of the Comicbook Characters Convention still resonating within me as I navigated my way back to the hotel room. Unlike any regular gathering, this convention was a unique assembly where superheroes from the comic books—actual heroes, not mere cosplayers—converged. Among them, characters from lesser known comic books were also present - characters from thrillers, mystery comics, and finally characters from  erotic comic books like myself, Mrs. G, adding a diverse flair to the ensemble. The air was charged with the remnants of the day's excitement, a blend of heroic tales and fantastical adventures. Yet, as I made my solitary trek back to my hotel room, the bustling energy of the convention seemed like a distant echo, replaced by the quiet of the night. That's when the unexpected happened. A shadow detached itself from the dimly lit hallway, moving towards me with a palpable menace. My heart raced, I was caught unprepared, my usual confidence replaced by an unsettling vulnerability. I had lot of fans which showed nothing but love and respect for me both online and when we meet on the convention, but now I was faced with the fact that  there were also ones that hate me too, (probably the same ones that reported my images to Instagram). But fate had other plans. From the shadows, Eagle Man and Dagger Boy emerged. With the prowess that had made them legends in their own stories, they quickly overpowered my assailant, a testament to their heroism and agility. Breathing a sigh of relief, I found my voice, tinged with awe and gratitude. "Thank you, you saved me."  In a moment of impulsive gratitude, I invited them to my hotel room. "Please, join me for a moment. I owe you my thanks." Eagle Man and Dagger Boy exchanged a glance, a silent communication between heroes, before nodding in agreement. The moment the door to my hotel room clicked shut, the ambiance shifted, the air charged with a newfound intimacy. Eagle Man and Dagger Boy, their heroism still clinging to them like a second skin, turned their attention towards me, their gazes piercing yet curious. "Why are you here at the convention? You don't look like a superhero comics fan... No offense." Eagle Man's voice broke the silence, direct yet tinged with genuine interest. I met his gaze, a mixture of pride and a hint of mischief in my eyes. "I'm here as Mrs. G, a character from my erotic comic books.  I'm also the writer actually," I said. Their reactions were a blend of surprise and intrigue, a spark igniting in their eyes. It was Dagger Boy who closed the distance between us, his movements confident yet gentle. As he brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch sent a wave of electricity through me, his proximity igniting a fire within. "Is there a chance," he asked, his voice low and inviting, "that we could become characters in your erotic works?" His question hung in the air, charged with an intensity that beckoned me into unexplored territory. As Dagger Boy leaned in, the distance between us vanished. I could feel the warmth of his breath, a whisper away, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Then, his lips met mine - a kiss which had a mix of strength and tenderness, curiosity and desire. Even as our tongues were playing I felt a shadow enveloping us. From the corner of my eye, I caught the sight of Eagle Man, his cape billowing gracefully as he descended behind me. Next I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and his arms  under my skirt.  As his hands explored the outside of my hips, raising my skirt up, Dagger Boy squatted in front of me. As his tongue started now adding to the dampness of my panties, a sigh left my lips and I  tilted my head back and opened my mouth seeking out Eagle Man's kiss.  Those were two of the most powerful man on Earth, but you wouldn't know it by how gentle they were. In the heat of the moment, I was adrift in the bliss of desire, each moment intensifying the next and I even didn't notice when the clothes fell off of me. All I had on me now were the stockings.  As Dagger Boy pulled his pants down, and laid on the small bench in the hotel room, Eagle Man got hold of my arms, and now I raised myself on my toes, and leaned forward.  I was fully ready for it. Heat pooled low in my belly, an undeniable sign of my growing hunger for him. I felt his superhero dick touch my soaked pussy, it was amazing because it was moving on its own without Eagle Man even moving it with his hands. It was circling, going up and down, but not entering me. When it got lubricated enough I felt it go up, and through a slight and gentle push, it started entering my back door.  It was twisting and turning, and soon he was inside and we were one.  I pushed towards him, but instead of responding I just felt my feet leaving the floor and we were now in the air.  I was flying, trembling with excitement, impaled on this super hero dick, gliding towards where Dagger Boy was laying his erect dick waiting for me. Slowly flying, Eagle Man guided me directly on it, and wet as I was, the second superhero dick slid into me now. And as we settled in that position, they didn't even had to start to move, overwhelmed by the enormous hunger inside me, my hips started moving on their own,  I felt as if a dormant volcano within me was coming to life, a slow rumble of need building to an eruption. My first superhero orgasm.