Gold Tatsumaki: One Punch Man (Patreon)

She doesn’t hesitate. She drops to her knees, but it’s not submissive—it’s predatory. She grabs your shaft with a hand that crackles with enough energy to levitate a building, yet she’s careful, her psychic control precise. She looks up at you, her emerald eyes glowing with mischief.

"Relax," she commands, though her tone suggests the opposite. "I’m in control here."

She takes you into her mouth with a surprising, tight suction. Her tongue is strong, rhythmic, and skilled. But it’s the energy that makes it unique. You can feel the static electricity from her cheeks buzzing against your skin, a tingling sensation that heightens every nerve ending. Her green aura flickers around her head, illuminating her face as she works, her hair floating slightly due to the localized gravity field she’s unconsciously creating.

She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lip to your tip, and smirks. "Not bad. But you’re still too soft." She resumes, faster now, her head bobbing with mechanical efficiency, her psychic tendrils wrapping around your thighs to keep you exactly where she wants you. She’s enjoying the power she has over you—literally and figuratively.