I've been travelling but I don't know where | 06

Annie's eyes flutter open. She stretches, a deep satisfaction settling over her, though a lingering soreness between her legs reminds her of the night before. Even with her superhuman body, she can still feel it.

The room is shrouded in darkness, but she's acutely aware of the way her bare skin presses against John's chest. Her cheeks flush as the memories come rushing back. Her first time. She had given herself to him John, the Homelander. There was no going back now.

As her fingers absentmindedly trace the contours of his body, a deep, amused voice cuts through the silence.

"Evening, sleepyhead." John says.

She startles slightly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. His arms remain lazily draped around her, her legs still tangled with his.

"Hi..." She murmurs, her voice softer than she intends, almost shy, so unlike the way she had ridden him last night without hesitation.

A smirk plays on John's lips before he leans down, capturing her mouth in a slow, possessive kiss.

"You were amazing last night, my perfect Starligh. " John says , his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers trail lazily along her back as he smirks down at her, eyes gleaming with possessiveness. "Wanna take a warm bath before breakfast? " He adds.

Annie blushes, catching the way his gaze lingers on her, making her shift slightly against him. She hums sleepily, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before nuzzling into his chest. "Five more minutes... please. " She whispers, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

John chuckles, indulgent. "Hmm... I guess I can spoil you a little more. " he muses, his hand sliding down to squeeze her backside, kneading it leisurely.

[ Approximately, 10 minutes later ]

Annie sighed contentedly against John's chest, savoring the last few moments of peace before reality inevitably pulled them back. But they couldn't stay here forever.

John ran a hand lazily through her golden hair, his other still possessively kneading her backside. "As much as I'd love to keep you in bed all day, we need to get back to the Tower. " He says, his tone shifting into something more commanding.

Annie groans in protest, snuggling closer. "Can't we just pretend the world doesn't exist for a little longer ? " She says.

He chuckles, amused by her reluctance. "Tempting. But I have some business to handle with Stan and Madelyn. They'll want to hear how I took care of our little... problems." His voice drips with satisfaction, and Annie don't have the desire to ask exactly what he meant.

She exhaled, finally peeling herself off of him. "Fine. But I'm using that bath first." She says, exposing her naked body bearing his marks, on her boobs, neck, the inside of her thighs...

"Go ahead, sweetheart. But don't take too long unless you want me to join you." John smirks. Annie rolls her eyes but can't suppress the smile on her lips as she slip out of bed.

" Oh but I want you to join me. " Annie says, swaying her hips while walking toward the bathroom and John as naked as her quickly stands up to follow.

[ Later ]

[ Vought's Tower ]

Back at Vought Tower, Annie stepped into the hallway. She adjust her suit, trying to shake off the feeling that everyone can somehow see what had happened between her and Homelander.

And then she sees Queen Maeve.

The older woman leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning Annie with an unreadable expression. But then Maeve's lips curls into a knowing smirk.

"Well, well-" she muses, pushing off the wall and sauntering closer. "Someone's... glowing. " Maeve says.

"I- what? No. I mean, what are you talking about? " Annie says stiffening.

Maeve snorts, tilting her head. "Oh, come on. You think I wouldn't recognize that look ? " Her smirk deepening as she lowered her voice. "I've worn it more times than I care to admit. Let me guess, our fearless leader. " She says.

Annie swallows hard, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She glances around, paranoid that someone might overhear. "Keep your voice down ! " she hisses.

Maeve merely laugh. "Relax. I don't care. Just... be careful." Her smirk falters slightly, a flicker of something serious passing through her eyes. "You don't know what he's really like, Annie. Not yet." She continues.

Annie hesitate, but before she could say anything, Maeve is already walking away.

[ Executive Floor ]

John strides into the sleek, dimly lit conference room. Stan Edgar and Madelyn Stillwell are already seated, waiting. The tension in the air is subtle, but it's there.

Stan barely waits for him to sit before speaking. "You called this meeting. I assume you have something important to report."

John smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Just tying up loose ends. The biggest thorn in our side ? Gone." He says. Madelyn raises an eyebrow, intrigued but wary.

"Which thorn are we talking about ? " Stan asks neutrally.

John tilts his head slightly, as if amused by the question. " William Butcher, the one responsible for Translucent untimely- death." His voice is calm, almost casual. "He won't be causing trouble anymore." He adds.

Stan leans forward, fingers drumming lightly on the table. "You're sure ? " He demands making John's frown.

John chuckles. "Oh, I'm sure. Butcher ran out of luck, let's just say he was in over his head." He waves a hand dismissively. Stan Edgar studies him for a long moment, his gaze searching.

"You're telling me it's done. No loose ends, no fallout ? " Stan asks.

"None. " John nods.

Stan considers this, then gives a small nod of approval. "Good. That's one less distraction for Vought. " He says before standing up.

Madelyn exhales, leaning back in her chair. "I trust you handled it cleanly ? " She asks, John tilts his head, grinning.

"Oh, Madelyn. You know me." His voice is smooth as he says without elaborating.

[ Somewhere in the city ]

[ A dingy bar ]

Frenchie stares into his glass, the amber liquid swirling under the dim bar lights. He hasn't spoken in minutes, hasn't cracked a joke, hasn't even lit a cigarette.

Across from him, Mother's Milk sits just as silent, nursing his drink, his jaw clenched tight.

Neither of them wants to be the first to say it. But they both know.

Butcher is gone. Hughie is gone.

And if they don't walk away now, they'll be next.

Frenchie finally exhales, shaking his head. "C'est fini, mon ami. " he mutters, voice hollow. "It has to be. " He adds.

Mother's Milk grips his glass tighter. "We swore we'd never let up. Never let those Supes get away with what they've done." He looks up at Frenchie, his eyes dark, tired. "But look where that got them." He says bitterly.

They fall into silence again, the weight of it pressing down like a boulder. After a long moment, Mother's Milk lets out a slow breath. "I got a daughter, man. She's better off thinking I'm just some deadbeat who left than knowing her daddy got himself killed playing hero." He downs the rest of his drink. "I'm done." MM says decisively. Frenchie watches him, then lets out a dry chuckle, humorless, bitter.

"You know, I used to dream of getting out." He starts. "Living somewhere quiet. I used to think that was impossible." His fingers drum against the counter before he exhales. "Maybe it's not." He finishes.

Mother's Milk nods. "Yeah. Maybe it's not."

They sit there for a while longer, not speaking, just two men who once believed they could change the world.

[ Vought's Tower ]

[ Late night ]

The city hums faintly in the distance as Annie steps into Homelander's penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows cast a soft glow over the room, but she barely notices. Her body is tense, her mind clouded. The weight of the day still lingers, Maeve's knowing smirk, the way the others looked at her, like they could sense something had changed.

Because it had.

John is already waiting, standing by the window, a glass of bourbon in hand. He turns when he hears her, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his lips.

"There's my Starlight. " He murmurs, his voice low and teasing. Something about the way he says it, the way he owns the words, sends a shiver through her.

She swallows, trying to play it cool. "Long day. " Annie says, moving toward him.

John chuckles, setting his glass down. "For you ? Or for them ?" He says, stepping closer, towering over her, the heat of his body radiating between them.

"You looked adorable earlier, by the way. All flustered with Maeve." He says, watching her closely. "She knew, didn't she ?" John's asks, his hands circling her as she takes a sip from his glass.

Annie's breath catches. She should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed. But instead, a different kind of heat pools inside her. Because he's right. Maeve did know. And that knowledge, the silent acknowledgment of what happened between them sent a thrill through her she wasn't ready to admit.

She doesn't answer. She just bites her lip, shifting slightly under his gaze. John's smirk deepens.

"Oh, baby... " He whispers, his fingers trailing up her arm, light as a whisper. "You're thinking about it right now, aren't you ? " He adds. Annie exhales shakily, her pulse quickening, she leans into him, her body betraying her.

John hums in satisfaction "That's my girl." He says, tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to meet his eyes. The second his lips brush against hers, something inside her snaps. The last remnants of restraint, of hesitation, burn away as she presses herself against him, kissing him with a hunger she can't ignore anymore. His hands grip her waist, firm and possessive, pulling her flush against him.

In no time she's naked on the bed in front of him, completely at his mercy. He smiles at her, his eyes glittering with avarice. Climbing onto the bed he lays down next to her and casually palms one of her tits. The beautiful blonde mewls as he fondles her body, groping and squeezing her chest with that hand while his cock rests upon one of her hips.

At the same time, he leans in close, his hot breath ghosting across her too-sensitive ear as Annie reciprocates, her hand firmly taking hold of his dick and stroking it. His fingers dance down from her breast, leaving a hardened nipple in his wake as he moves them across her flexing, shuddering body, he lands between her legs and Annie shuts her eyes tight as he feels just how wet she already is. Her body remembering and anticipating what's coming.

"I'm going to take my time and show you just how much I love you. How much I want you." John says and she nods, his mere presence and words making her lust after his dick.

Suddenly, he's descending between her legs.

"A-Ah!" A cry expels itself from Annie's widened, pillowy lips the moment that his tongue hits her cunt. As he starts licking her out, she whimpers, mewling and groaning.

He brings her to the edge and stops, making her glares at him frustrated. John sat on the edge of the bed and pat his lap. Annie takes a deep breath, her skin burning hot as she was a second away from orgasming and took her seat atop his legs, pressing her back against his chest. He's so much taller than her that he can easily see over her head from this position.

"Spread your legs." He says commandingly.

He extends his index finger and starts to trail it up and down her slick labia. Annie gasp and tenses up, he slowly begins to apply pressure to her tight cunny and broach her internal tunnel. His single digit is joined by a second.

Annie's head shoots up towards the ceiling, her legs going straight as an arrow. John's thumb is pressing against her clit, and that portent doom for a girl who was virgin yesterday and teased for minutes by John's tongue. He holds back from rubbing it. Simply pushing his broad thumb against the underside and applying an even level of pressure. His hard cock pressing against the crook of her spine.

The unbending thumb moves quickly, rubbing against the nub with little regard for pacing her. Lightning shot up her spine and fries her ability to speak. At the same time, he's fingering her with ill intent, forcing his thick fingers in and out, scraping against the wall of her vagina directly on her g-spot.

John tighten his hold. Annie can't escape his overpowering presence, holding her body splayed and attacking her pussy with no remorse. He's everywhere. His hot breath splashing against the back of her neck, his cock throbing angrily as she rub against him.

"Tell me how it feels. What are you going to do ?" He asks.

"Ahh~~" Annie moans but don't answer, John responds by redoubling his short, rapid thrusts into her cunt.

"Tell me ! " He asks once more.

"I'm going to cum ! My pussy is going to cum !" Annie pleads, her legs trapping his hand between her legs as he pulls her hair in a ponytail hold to bring her lips to his.

One last push against her clit is the trigger pull that pushes Anniw over the edge. Her slovenly hole squirting a heavy gush of fluids all over the floor in front of her spread legs. John don't stop finger-fucking her even as she climaxes.

Her body pulses in his arms. Annie is pulling an undignified face as she comes like a sow around his fingers. Her mouth is open, her nostrils flaring and her glowing eyes unfocused.

He pulls her back onto the bed and forces her down, seconds later his hands switches from fucking her into a stupor to roughly groping the pliant flesh of her breasts. Annie moans and squirms as John tug on her pink nipples.

She can't think straight. Her body is being pricked with thousands of tiny needles, and every touch sent a fresh rush of adrenaline through her veins. Annie turns around and get up onto her hands and knees, she reaches around with one hand and pulled apart her asscheeks to give him a clear view of his prize.

" Get inside John, hurry please~" Annie whimpers as John grabs hold of her waist.

He slap his full length down her spine and between the crack of her heart shaped ass. John slams as much of his brutal battering ram into her overly tight cunt in one go, her pussy quickly adapting to his dick after he deflowered her last night.

Annie gasp and clutches the sheet between white knuckles. It feels like her entire body is being turned inside out, desperately clinging to the sides of John's cock.

" Fuck ! You don't want to let me go !" He says, pounding her pussy, his rhythm slowly building up.

He's enjoying this. Annie hung her head and conceal her face between locks of sweaty blonde hair. John's large hands wrapping around her waist and keeping her grounded on the bed while he pushes back in.

" Yes ! Faster !" Annie pleads, her ass rippling each times he sheathe himself.

" Nn~ Yeeah, like that~~ Oh~" She moans as John comply.

Her entire centre of gravity is thrown into stark disarray as his heavy weight pummel her from behind. Now that his thick cock is being squeezed from all sides by her vice-like cunny, he's happy to plough on ahead.

He grips her sides and starts to thrust in and out even faster. Annie buries her face into the bedsheets and tries to silence her moans. The bed creaks as their combined weights began to rock back and forth, putting the legs under strain despite it being reinforced specifically for Homelander.

He throws his hips into hers using his super strength, Annie taking it like a champion as their coupling grows more intense. His heavy balls swinging up and slapping against her, joining the loud noises that fills the room like an obscene orchestra. Her nerve endings being stimulated from all angles by his huge shaft. Every meeting of their hips forcing her to shuffle forward before the momentum brought her back to meet him again on the return trip.

Annie tries to silence her whorish cries by using the sheets but it's no use. Soon her head is pulled back by his powerful hands and forced to turn up towards the ceiling. Her buttocks rippling with every movement and her swaying breasts begging for his rugged hands to grope them.

He release her hips and grope her breasts. Annie is completely surrounded by John. His weight, his heat. She can feel his breath against the back of her neck. He huff and puff like a bull in rut – pounding into her with no hesitation or remorse.

Each strike reshaping her insides. She can feel her muscles slackening with each try, slowly wrapping around him to form the perfect hole for his tool. John can already feel the tell-tale pinch at the base of his shaft. His balls gurgling and churning angrily, whipping up a fresh batch of egg-raping seed to unload into this willing young woman belonging to him.

But he isn't going to cum inside of Annie in this position. The blonde-haired super wail in surprise as he pulls out, flips her over onto her back and dives right back in again.

John's full weight ks pushing down onto her. Her face is smushed between his pectorals, rubbing his skin against her unblemished skin. He's so heavy that it felt like her enhanced strength wouldn't be enough to dislodge him from the position. He's all-encompassing. His cock even deeper than the previous round, striking directly at the core of her pussy, touching the entrance of her womb and scraping her inner walls with his fat cockhead.

Annie declaration of love melt away on her lips with his sudden increase in speed and force. She's now in a fully-fledged mating press position, with John holding her legs and drilling down into her sopping hole from an aggressive angle. Her perfectly perky boobs bouncing up and down in time with his swings.

The pleasure she feels pull Annie kicking and screaming to her next climax. Her arms and legs wrapping around the bulky body of John on top of her and holding on tight to ensure that he can't pull out before claiming her womb. Another orgasm rocks her body and temporarily black out her vision. John buries himself as deep as he can go, parking the tip of his cock against her cervix and bloating her vulnerable womb with strand after strand of viscous baby batter.

Annie limbs goes limp and she moans weakly. Her womb completely filled, and the excess semen pouring out of her newly stretched cunt and onto the bed.

John pulls out and allow his mess-covered cock to stand proudly above her prone body. Annie' eyes are unfocused, but she can tell that he isn't going soft even after unloading a gigantic load into her unprotected pussy. A fact that doesn't suprise her considering the numerous loads he shot in her last night without stopping a minute to rest.

At that instant millions of his swimmers are trying to seek out her egg and subsume her superior genetics but one his tadpole from last night already won the race.

He leans back and admire his handiwork. Annie is splayed out on the bed in front of him, limbs still twitching because of errant signals being send from her brain.

He shuffle up to where Annie's head is lying and slap his cum covered cock across her upper lip and nostrils. Annie whimpers whorishly and tenses up again.

" Clean me off." John says.

Her tongue wriggles out of her mouth and do just that. Annie, the gentle and pious girl from a good Christian family, obediently cleaning every ounce of cum and juices from his length.

When she's done, John grunts and press his head against her lips, blasting another thick rope in her mouth. She swallows it, save for the small amount that dribbles down her chin and onto her breasts. Annie gulps several times before swallowing all of it.