Been sipping champagne on the boulevards | 07

[ Two weeks later ]

Fourteen nights.

That's how long it's been since Homelander took Starlight's virginity, since he spread her open, stretched her tight, untouched pussy around his thick cock, and claimed her.

And every night since, she's been filled to the brim with his seed.

Before that night, she had spent years repressing her desires, locking them away behind the walls of faith and virtue. A virgin Christian girl, twenty-one years old, untouched, waiting for the perfect man, the perfect moment. Sex before marriage is a sin, they told her.

But now ?

Now, her body burns for him. Only for him.

It's not just sex. It's not just desire. It's him, John, Homelander, the most powerful man in the world. Her man.

No one else could ever make her feel like this. No one else could ever have her like this. If any other man had tried, she would have pushed them away. Would have despised them for even trying. But with John ?

She craves him.

Every night, her superhuman stamina is put to the test as Homelander pushes her to her absolute limits, fucking her into the mattress, into the air, into any surface he desires. He makes her scream, moan, beg—reducing her to nothing but raw, pulsing need. And she loves it. She needs it.

The years of pent-up frustration, the suppressed hunger Annie never allowed herself to acknowledge, it all exploded the moment she surrendered to him. She had never known it could feel this good, never realized how empty she had been before he filled her, stretched her wide, bottomed out in her, made her take every last inch of his cock. And her body ? It's adapting.

Her pussy, once tight and virginal, now molds perfectly around him, gripping him like she was made just for him. He's ruined her for anyone else, not that there would be anyone else. She belongs to him now.

John knows it, too.

Every time he spills his load inside her, every time he presses a palm against her belly and feels his cum filling her womb, he reminds her: this is how it's supposed to be. He growls it against her skin, whispers it into her ear as he fucks her past her limits.

Only for me. Always for me.

Her power surges when she's with him. Her eyes glow without control, the light radiating off her naked, sweaty body as pleasure rips through her like a supernova. Electricity flickers wildly around them, her own energy responding to the overwhelming sensation of his cock slamming into her, stretching her.

His eyes burn bright red as he watches her fall apart, his own superhuman stamina ensuring that no matter how many times she cums, no matter how many times she shudders and writhes beneath him, he's never done with her. He fucks her until the very foundation of the building trembles, until beds break, walls crack, and furniture is reduced to splinters beneath their combined strength.

And then, when she thinks she can't take anymore when she's lying there, twitching, ruined he leans over her, his cock still hard, still deep inside her, and whispers "Round two ? ".

[ Midday ]

[ Above the Atlantic ]

The distress call comes through at 30,000 feet. Flight 37 is in freefall, engine failure, depressurization, and 106 people about to die.

Homelander streaks through the sky like a missile, Maeve gripping tightly around his neck as he carries her. The ocean stretches below them, growing closer by the second, but all she can focus on is the thick trail of black smoke billowing from the left engine of the doomed plane.

" Tell me you actually have a plan this time !" Maeve shouts over the wind.

"Relax. I got this. " Homelander answers, grinning.

The aircraft shudders violently as they approach, its fuselage groaning under the pressure of its deadly descent. Homelander doesn't make the usual mistake instead of trying to brute-force it from below, he moves alongside the aircraft, scanning for the strongest structural points. His vision flickers over the plane, wing struts, the tail, the reinforced cockpit frame.

"Hang on. " he mutters, then hurls Maeve straight at the plane.

"Jesus-! " Maeve crashes through the emergency exit door, landing hard inside the cabin.

Oxygen masks dangle from the ceiling. The air is filled with screaming, the deafening roar of wind, and the panicked gasps of passengers who just watched Queen Maeve explode through the door like a cannonball. She staggers to her feet, shaking off the impact, then fixes the nearest terrified flight attendant with a glare.

"What the hell are you all staring at ? Buckle in and shut up, we're saving your asses." She says.

Meanwhile, Homelander moves beneath the plane, matching its speed he grips the failing left wing, his muscles flexing as he applies pressure, not too much or he'll rip it clean off.

"We're losing altitude ! We're ! Wait, what the hell ?" The pilots panics.

One of them sees the red and blue blur outside the window. "It's him !" He shouts.

Homelander doesn't acknowledge them. Instead, he moves toward the tail, grabbing onto the vertical stabilizer. With controlled bursts of strength, he corrects the plane's tilt.

Inside, Maeve pushes forward through the panicked passengers, making her way to the cockpit, easily dispatching the two terrorists. She slams the door open, startling the pilots.

"Listen up !" She starts. "Cut all thrust. He's guiding you down his way now. " she adds.

The pilots hesitate, but seeing Homelander literally holding the plane steady outside makes the decision for them. Outside, Homelander flies to the nose, pressing his hands against the fuselage, carefully applying just enough force to slow their descent. The ocean rushes up to meet them.

"Maeve, tell them to brace ! " He shouts and she her super earing allows her to hear him.

"Heads down ! Now ! " Maeve shouts, grabbing onto the cockpit doorway.

Homelander guides the plane down, using his raw power to slow the descent.

Then, impact.

The aircraft skims the water, bouncing violently once, twice, before finally settling. Inside, the passengers burst into sobs and cheers.

Maeve lets out a shaky breath, her body still braced for the worst. But they did it.

Homelander floats up to the cockpit window, rapping his knuckles against the glass with a cocky smirk. "Told you. " He says taunting her with a raised eyebrow.

[ Later that afternoon ]

[ Vought Tower ]

Back at Vought Tower, the world is celebrating. "The Homelander and Queen Maeve save Flight 37, No Casualties!" Vought's PR machine is in overdrive.

But Maeve isn't listening to the executives gushing about their success. Her eyes keep drifting toward him.

The way he stands, relaxed, self-assured, completely in control. He drinks in the adoration, even as he pretends he doesn't care. He even let her spoke first to the media sooner.

And dammit, she hates that it still affects her.

"You know," He whispers, stepping closer. "I felt you watching me up there. The way you looked at me when I caught that plane. " He adds.

Maeve scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Oh, shut up." She retorts. But Homelander smirks, eyes gleaming.

"Admit it, it turned you on." He taunts her, his voice dropping lower.

She opens her mouth to snap back, but before she can, he leans in so close she can feel his breath on her skin then he leaves. And fuck, he's right.

She hates him.

She wants him.

[ San Francisco ]

The wind howls around them, thick clouds parting as they hover high above New York but their focus is solely on each other.

Homelander grips Starlight's waist, his fingers pressing into her soft skin with a strength no ordinary man could manage. His cape billows behind him, but Annie is held firm in his grasp, weightless, suspended.

Her golden hair dances wildly around her face, her glowing eyes locked onto his as her hands explore the sculpted muscle beneath his suit. Electricity crackles at her fingertips, reacting to the sheer need coursing through her.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this. " he says, his voice thick with hunger.

Annie trembles, not from fear, but from anticipation. Floating this high above the city, held aloft only by him, the thrill of it, the power of it, only fuels her desire. She tightens her legs around his waist, her body pressing flush against his.

"Show me how strong you are. " Sh says, her breath warm against his lips.

"Oh, baby.. " he breathes, voice dripping with amusement. "You really want me to let loose? " Before she can answer, he moves.

The air explodes around them as he rockets forward, faster than any jet, the world blurring into streaks of color. Annie gasps, her stomach flipping from the sheer speed, but she doesn't let go. If anything, she clings tighter, pressing herself closer to him as they slice through the clouds.

And then, just as suddenly as they took off, he stops.

The force of it sends shockwaves rippling outward, scattering the clouds around them, the sudden halt jarring but John holds her steady, keeping her locked in his embrace.

"You're insane." She breathes, her eyes blazing as she meets his smirk.

Annie surges forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Sparks of electricity crackle between their lips as her power flares, responding instinctively to the storm raging inside her. John groans into her mouth, drinking her in, their tongues entwining.

And then he lets go.

For a split second, Annie is free-falling. The wind rushes past her ears, her stomach plummeting as the city grows larger beneath her, an exhilarating, terrifying drop. Then he's there again, catching her effortlessly

"Again. " Starlight demands, eyes blazing. John chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Insatiable. " He answers but his grip tightens. Then they fall. Together.

Faster than sound, the city rising up to meet them at breakneck speed, the wind roaring in their ears.

And just before they hit the ground, before impact could shatter the world around them he flips, cradling her body against his, and halts their descent with a force that makes the air quake.

The sheer dominance of it sends a shudder through Annie, her body pressing eagerly against his. She wants this. The raw strength, the absolute control he has over their surroundings.

"You like that, huh ?" John says, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face.

Annie's breath is shaky, her fingers curling into his suit. "Do it again. " She dares him. He laughs and then, in a blur of speed, they disappear.

[ Ashley's brand new office ]

Ashley takes a deep breath, gripping her pen so tightly it nearly snaps. She looks between Homelander, whose piercing blue eyes demand obedience, and Kimiko, who stands eerily silent, her expression unreadable.

Ashley's office is bigger now, a reward for taking Homelander's spunk, it's paying dividends. The expensive desk, the high-rise view, the prestige, but is it all worth it ?

" You want me to what ?" She asks again, barely able to mask her disbelief.

" Get her in the circuit. She's good, powerful, and skilled so you'll have no problem integrating her into some no-name squad, let her build a little reputation. " He gestures casually toward Kimiko.

" She's Seven material. " He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head just slightly. "You get me ? " He adds.

Ashley swallows hard. Of course, she gets him. This isn't a suggestion.

"Right," Ashley nods quickly, forcing a smile. "I'll, uh- I'll get her in. Low-level missions first, build her up with PR. Then, when the time is right… we push the Seven angle. A replacement for Translucent, she's a woman and Asian, it'll be another good points in her favor. " She continues.

"See ? That's why you're my favorite, Ash. " Homelander claps his hands together once, satisfied. Ashley exhales, laughing nervously.

Kimiko doesn't react. Doesn't flinch. Ashley watches her closely, unease prickling her spine.

What if she had it too?

What if she could be more than this? More than a weak, replaceable human that Homelander could toss aside the second she stopped being useful ?

What if she could be one of them ?

These thoughts swirls in her mind more and more these days.

[ A few days later ]

[ Vought Training Facility ]

[ Private Arena ]

The reinforced training floor hums beneath them, the latest in military-grade tech designed to withstand the impossible forces of Supes. The walls are lined with reinforced titanium alloy.

Not that it would matter if Homelander decided to break through them.

Queen Maeve stretches her arms above her head, rolling her shoulders, loosening up. She wears a modified version of her suit sleeveless, form-fitting, designed for combat but Homelander isn't even pretending to take this seriously. He stands across from her in his full uniform, smirking, the very picture of cocky amusement.

"You sure you wanna do this, Maeve ? " he taunts, rolling his wrists as he tilts his head. "You remember what happened last time. "

"Yeah, I remember carrying your ass into the infirmary. " She scoffs.

"That is not how I remember it. " His grin widens.

The air between them crackles, charged, dangerous.

Then, without warning, he moves.

A blur of red, white, and blue, faster than a human eye could process. But Maeve has fought him too many times to be caught off guard.

She twists at the last second, ducking low, her enhanced reflexes barely keeping up with his sheer speed. His fist whistles past her ear, close enough to feel the heat of the friction. Instead of backing off, she uses his momentum against him, twisting her hips and slamming her elbow into his ribs.

A normal man's bones would have shattered on impact. Homelander barely budges.

"Nice. " He says, smiling at her. Then he's on her again.

He sweeps her legs from under her, and for a moment, she's airborne then he brings her down. Maeve crashes into the floor, sending a spiderweb of cracks through the titanium plating beneath her.

Before she can recover, he's on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head, his weight pressing her down.

"Sloppy. " He muses, eyes hungry as he looms over her, chest heaving. "You're getting slow, Maggie. " He adds provocatively.

"Or maybe you just think you're that much better. " She glares up at him, lips curling.

Her knee shoots up, slamming into his ribs with enough force to dent steel. Homelander actually grunts, his grip loosening for a fraction of a second, just enough.

Maeve flips them, twisting her body in a blur of muscle and precision, and suddenly he's the one pinned beneath her. Her thighs clamp around his waist, her breathing heavy, face flushed with exertion.

Homelander laughs, a deep, rich sound. "You really like being on top, huh ? " He says.

"Don't flatter yourself. " She presses down harder, fingers digging into his shoulders

His smirk doesn't fade. If anything, it grows. His hands snap up, gripping her hips. And before she can stop him, he launches them both into the air.

Maeve curses, bracing herself as they smash through the ceiling, debris raining down around them. For a second, they're weightless, suspended in midair as dust and shattered metal fill the space around them.

Then he spins them, flipping them mid-flight, forcing her beneath him once again.

They crash back down, hitting the ground hard enough to leave a small crater. Homelander grins, pinning her effortlessly, his strength absolute.

Maeve's chest rises and falls rapidly, adrenaline pounding through her veins. She should be furious. She should be pissed as hell that he's still stronger, still faster.

But her body thrums with something else. Something she hasn't let herself feel in a long time.

Homelander sees it. Of course, he does.

"Miss this, don't you ? " He says, his voice a taunting whisper.

Her fingers flex against his chest, her body tense, her eyes burning with something she refuses to name.

Then, she headbutts him. A sickening crack echoes through the room as their skulls collide.

Homelander laughs, rolling off her, rubbing his forehead.

"Oh, Maeve. " He chuckles, grinning like the devil himself. "I love sparring with you." She exhales sharply, blood spilling from her split lip, heart still pounding.

"Yeah. " She mutters, voice hoarse. "I can tell. " Maggie adds, her eyes going to the bulge between his legs.

"Come on, Maeve. You're holding back. " He retorts.

Maeve wipes the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, tasting iron. She charges, the ground cracking beneath her feet as she closes the distance in an instant, her fist slamming into his jaw with enough force to send a shockwave through the facility.

It doesn't even budge him. But it feels damn good to punch something as hard for her.

He retaliates with a punch to her stomach, his knuckles digging into her like a sledgehammer. She flips midair, twisting her body, landing on one knee with a grunt.

A blur of motion then his boot connects with her ribs, he grabs her by the throat, slamming her downward.

Maeve coughs, feeling the pressure of his grip around her throat. He's not choking her not quite. Just holding her there, waiting, watching.

Her fingers tighten around his wrist, legs coiling beneath her. Then she kicks him in the chest with both feet, sending him barreling across the room.

"That's more like it. " He says, landing smoothly.

Maeve rolls to her feet, bruised but grinning. She can already feel her body healing, the pain fading, leaving only the raw thrill of the fight.

It's not about training. Not about getting stronger. It's about dominance. And neither of them is willing to lose.

Homelander blurs forward again, and Maeve meets him head-on, their bodies colliding with a deafening explosion of force that shakes the entire building.

He grabs her by the waist, lifts her like she weighs nothing, and hurls her through another wall. Only for her to burst through the dust cloud, teeth bared in a feral grin, tackling him mid-air and smashing him through the floor.

They land in the sublevel of the facility, debris raining down around them. Maeve straddles him, her thighs clamped tight around his torso, one fist gripping his collar while the other cocks back for a punch. However before she can delivers it Homelander yank her down, and flip them over.

"Admit it. You love this. " He says red eyes gleaming. Maeve's nails dig into his chest, her own grin sharp.

"You wish. " She answers.

"Come on, Maeve. We both know how this ends. " He continues, voice low, sensual.

"Do we ?" She arches a brow, lips quirking but from the way she ground her crotch against his rock hard cock, he knows she's bluffing. Homelander smirks.

"You always talk a big game, Maeve. " He whispers, his voice dripping with amusement. "But your body remembers who it belongs to. " He adds.

He claims her lips in a fierce kiss, shoving his tongue down her throat even, swallowing the angry growl she lets as she bites down hard on him. Her hand shifting to his dick, and while she squeezes hard, it's clear she is slowly submitting to him like in the good old days.

Homelander grab onto her ruined suit and tore at it, ripping it completely off her body and he is presented with a tantalizing view of her large, supple breasts, her pink nipples peeking out at him. Her large, heavy tits swaying with each breath, way too soft, too luscious for a supposed warrior queen.

Gripping one in his rough palm, kneading it like he owns it. "Too big for a fighter, huh ? These were made for something else, Maggie. For sucking. For feeding. " He says as he keeps molesting her boobs.

Soon, she is fully nude and his muscular form is half-exposed as his raging cock springs forth. Her calloused hand wrapping around his shaft as John pulled back from the kiss. Maeve jerk him roughly as Homelander lower his head, aiming for her breasts. They are perfect mounds of supple flesh, and John savor every moment as he wrap his lips around her nipple and began to suck hard, his hand roughly kneading her other breast, teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp. Maeve groans, arching into his mouth.

"Elena ever do this for you ? " He taunts between sucks, grinning against her skin. "Bet she tried. Bet she wanted to. But she never made you moan like this, did she ? " He continues.

Maeve scowls, but her hips betray her, rolling, grinding, slick and desperate, seeking friction against his cock as she circles her legs around his waist, throwing all pretense of resistance away as she grounds her slick cunt against his cock. He groans as their centers mashes against each other and she buries her hand in his hair, tugging at his blond locks. His fingers trail down, slipping between her soaked folds.

"Your pussy knows the truth. You were fucking made for me. " Homelander says, teasing her wet pussy with his fingers.

"Shut up ! " Maeve hisses, but her voice shakes.

She reaches out with her other hand and pulls his head, smashing it against her own as they joined in another searing kiss.

They begins to float up into the air as John takes his cock in hand, lining it up with Maeve's hungry cunt. Her eyes glaring defiantly back at him as he thrust himself home.

The force of his cock slamming inside her sends shockwaves tearing through the arena, ripping through the reinforced walls like a bomb just went off. The two don't care, animalistic lust fully taking over as they starts to rut.

"F-fuck~" She chokes out, her walls clamping down hard around him.

"That tight little cunt still remembers me, huh ? Still holding onto me, still milking me like it never wanted me to leave ? " He says in response to her walls tightening around him.

Maeve can't speak only thrusts her hips up to meet his strokes, her entire body working to take him in, to keep him buried deep, each clash leaving a deeper indentation on the ground below. Their bodies glistening with sweat as Homelander pounds her pussy to oblivion. Maeve squeezes his torso hard, hard enough that anyone else would have been cleaved in half. But he resist, and as the last of his suit is ripped off his body, the full glory of his familiar muscular frame is bared to her.

"That's it, Maggie. Take it. Take all of it." He says sawing in and out of her pussy.

Her nails dig into his back, providing enough of a distraction for her to manage to roll them over so that she's on top. With a burst of strength, she sends them crashing back down to the ground. Bouncing hard on his cock, taking control. Homelander lets her, for a moment because fuck, watching her ride him like she's trying to break him is a sight to behold.

His hands instinctively jumps to squeeze her juicy tits as Maeve ride him, driving his hard cock deeper and deeper into her pussy as she struggles to keep her composure.

"Fuck yes ! " Maeve screams, her composure crumbling with every punishing thrust. John kicks off the ground and throws her off of him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he shove her to the ground.

Maeve gasps, her body tense, but she doesn't fight him, not really. She knows what's coming.

On all fours now, forced to submit fully to Homelander as he spanks her ass, the crack of his hand on her flesh echoes through the wrecked arena, sending plumes of dust into the air.

"You will take my seed like my good little bitch." He says, grabbing a fistful of her auburn hair and forcing her face into the shattered floor, Maeve loving the coarseness in his voice.

She plants her hands and knees firmly on the ground as his pelvis slaps against her ass with each frantic thrust of his cock. Accepting her submission as his cock pounds into her raw, slamming into her harder, faster, deeper. His cock assaulting her, battering down her walls until it finally breach her defenses and pop into her womb.

" Ahh~~" Maeve screams in an earth-shattering orgasm her entire body convulsing as a violent orgasm tears through her, her orgasmic scream loud enough to rupture eardrums.

John grunts, burying himself one last time in her sopping cunt, balls tightening, his cockhead entering Maeve's womb as his balls heave mightily. Maeve felt the hot jets of semen fill her womb directly.

"Feels better than any of that soft, weak shit you've been pretending to enjoy, doesn't it ? " John says while he holds her still by the hips for a while longer, cock plugging up her pussy as he shoots thick ropes of cum into her womb.

Maeve shudders, feeling every pulse, every throb, as he fills her completely, her insides greedily milking him dry.

He pulls out, watching with pure satisfaction as his thick cum leaks from her wrecked pussy, dripping onto the shattered ground.

"You're done playing house with that pathetic woman now ? We can still have her as a pet if you wish.." He says, trailing a lazy hand down her spine, enjoying her curves, enjoying the way she still trembles from the aftershocks. Maeve glares weakly over her shoulder, panting, But she doesn't deny it.