I lost my direction | 09

[ Morning after ]

Annie wakes up to John kissing her lowers lips, his tongue flicking her clit, before he gives a full-blown lick on her slit. She throws her head back, moaning grabbing Mr Marshmallow and bitting on him to keeps quiet, while her grip on his hair pulls him closer. She moves her hips up and down, so that she can rub her pussy on him.

Even with her soft thighs trapping his face and his hair tightly grasped by her, even while she smears his face with her pussy juices, he continues to flicker his tongues expertly on her slit. Sometimes penetrating her tight hole a little to explore her insides and tease her. When the tip of his tongue occasionally pressed against Annie's little button of pleasure, she practically convulses. Her pussy with its erotic color, its taste and dazzling fragrance that he inhale exiting the beast hanging in between his muscular thighs.

His tongue is ruthless, exploring every nook and cranny of her slit, causing her to writhe in unbidden pleasure and bit her teddy bear harder.

Outside, the sun rises up, lighting up the room as Annie is woken up with an orgasm before breakfast.

Annie tries to hold back the rising tide, unsuccessfully. John is buried nose-deep into her pussy at that point.

"Nnnn~~" Her teddy bear can't fully absorb her moan as she orgasm, her teeth digging into Mr Marshmallow while her body is convulsing as she traps him between her legs.

[ A moment later ]

Annie, John and Donna sits at the table, eating the pancake made by Donna while her daughter was getting a cunnilingus.

" You're room's gonna need an upgrade for next time sweetheart-" Donna begins, Annie cheeks reddening instantly. " You must have been all cramped up in that small bed. Sorry John. " She adds, smiling mischievously, clearly aware of the good night her daughter had.

"Yeah but I think we'll manage for the two nights we've still got here, right ?" John answers, asking Annie with a raised eyebrow.

" Of course ! " Annie blurts out, taking another pancake, feeling particularly famished.

[ Vought's Tower ]

[ Stan Edgar's Office ]

Stan Edgar reviews the latest reports, his sharp eyes scanning the numbers, projections, and results.

In just two months, Ashley Barrett, a nobody has outperformed Madelyn Stillwell. Even Homelander is advocating for her, suggesting she should take Madelyn's place. If she keeps this up, she just might.

Maybe it's time for an incentive. A raise, perhaps.

She's proven resourceful not only securing key deals but also recruiting Kimiko, alias Katara, a lethal asset. Just as deadly as Black Noir, but far less volatile.

And then there's the airplane rescue. Homelander and Maeve's success has accelerated everything. The contract to deploy Supes in the military is all but finalized only the finer details remain. Vought is about to enter a new era. Stan sets the report aside, his fingers steepled as he considers the next phase. The Seven's military trial is imminent. A straightforward operation, find and destroy. A show of force, a test to prove that Supes belong in warfare.

If this goes well, Vought will be untouchable. But one variable remains, Homelander. The hero has never been more useful, yet never more unpredictable. His growing detachment from the company and humanity itself is concerning.

[ Annie's childhood house ]

[ Back Garden ]

The sun hangs in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the open stretch of green grass behind Annie's childhood home. The air is still, save for the rustling of trees and the distant hum of crickets. A quiet, private place.

Perfect for what John has in mind.

Annie stands barefoot on the lawn, her arms crossed as she eyes him skeptically.

"You really think I can do this ? " She asks, tilting her head. John smirks, arms folded over his chest, watching her like he already knows the answer.

"Baby, I don't think. I know. " He says confidently. She exhales, shifting her stance, glancing at the ground. I mean, I've never even come close.

"I can hover a little when I power up, but full-on flying ? That's... different. " Annie says, the grass tickling her feet as John steps closer.

"You're not some B-list supe, Annie. " He says, his tone sure, steady. "You're strong. So much stronger than you think. " He adds.

Annie swallows, something hot curling in her stomach at the way he looks at her like he sees something unstoppableinside her.

"Alright.. " She mutters, rolling her shoulders. "How do we start ? " John grins, stepping back.

"Simple. You power up, focus, and push upward. Your body already knows what to do you just have to stop holding yourself back. " He explains.

"You did what I told ? Absorbing energy everyday and storing it ?" He asks and she nods.

"Then you should have enough juice." John continues humorously, his bare feet leaving the ground as he levitates.

Annie exhales sharply, then closes her eyes. The familiar golden glow ignites around her, warmth spreading through her veins as electricity hums beneath her skin. She can feel the energy pooling. John watches, pleased, arms still crossed.

"Good. Now stop thinking so damn much and jump. " He says.

"That's your advice ? " Annie scowls.

"You're overcomplicating it. " He gestures lazily. "Jump, channel your power, and let it carry you. " John answers.

She bites her lip, glancing down one last time before she bends her knees and leaps.

For a split second, it feels like nothing happens.

Then everything shifts.

The golden energy explodes beneath her, lifting her higher, higher, her hair whipping around her face as she rises above the ground. A startled gasp escapes her lips as she hovers mid-air, her body weightless, the power surging beneath her.

"Oh my God ! " Annie's shouts, staring incredulously at John.

"Told you. " John chuckles below her.

Annie's heart races as she glances down. She's floating, no, flying.

"I-" She wobbles, her balance shifting. "Shit-" Annie panics.

John moves fast, blurring up to her in an instant, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her steady.

"Relax." He says, his voice commanding. "You're fine. You've got this." He adds, reassuring her.

Slowly, she focuses again, her body adjusting, her power stabilizing. John watches her, pride flickering in his eyes.

[ Afternoon ]

[ Des Moines ]

The city below is bathed in dull light as Homelander and Starlight soar above the streets. Their patrol has been uneventful until now.

John hears it first, his head tilting slightly, but Annie sees it first, a woman and her child, cornered in an alley, a man towering over them. The kid is crying. The mother is shaking.

Annie sees red.

Before John even moves, she's already descending, landing with enough force to crack the pavement.

The thug barely has time to turn before Annie's hand grabs his wrist, hard. Bones pop, piercing through the skin and clothes. He screams.

John lands a few feet away, watching with amusement, arms crossed.

Annie doesn't relent. Her fist slams into the guy's gut, sending him flying into the brick wall behind him. He coughs, gasping for air, but Annie is already on him, grabbing his collar, yanking him up like a ragdoll.

"You were gonna hurt them ? " She hisses, shaking with fury. The thug wheezes, his face twisted in agony, but Starlight isn't done.

Her fingers tighten in his collar as she lifts him clean off the ground. His feet dangle, his nails clawing uselessly at her wrist.

"You think you can do that ? Think you can hurt a mother and her kid and just walk away ? " She snarls, eyes blazing, crackling with light.

She slams him down onto the pavement, something cracks, a rib, a shoulder, maybe both. The man lets out a wet, choking gasp, blood tainting his lips.

The man chokes out something, maybe a plea, maybe a sob, Starlight doesn't care. She slams him down again.

Then again.

And again.

The pavement beneath them spiders with cracks, his head bouncing against the concrete with a sickening thud each time. Blood smears the ground beneath him.

John looks at her, not the naïve, soft-hearted Starlight that first joined the Seven. No, that girl was weak. This ? This is his work. He trained her. Guided her. Every patrol, every lesson, little by little, he chipped away at the softness, the hesitation, the doubt.

She used to flinch. She used to hold back. Now she doesn't. Now she understands power.

Starlight doesn't just stop bad guys anymore she destroys them. No hesitation, no mercy. And she's only going to get better.

His little Starlight. His masterpiece.

The thug eyes roll back, but Starlight is breathing too hard, too furious to stop. She pulls her fist back, ready to finish it. John.

She whips around, eyes wild, her breath ragged, but he just looks down at her, smirking. Unbothered.

She can still hear the woman crying, the boy whimpering, can still see the terror in their eyes. Her rage burns white-hot. She could do it. End this scumbag right now.

"Look at you.. " Homelander says, his voice silky and approving.

"Strong. Fierce." His thumb strokes the inside of her wrist, his tone dipping lower. "Beautiful."

She drops him, his bloody, battered body collapsing against the pavement. He's not dead, but he may as well be. After what Starlight just did to him, he'll never walk again. Never talk again. A vegetable, trapped in his own body for the rest of his miserable existence. Starlight swallows hard, still trembling with leftover fury.

Starlight turns, still breathing hard, still running hot from the violence. The woman is on her knees, clutching her son so tightly it looks painful.

"Thank you ! " The woman gasps, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my God, thank you ! You saved us !"

The little boy no older than six stares at Starlight and Homelander with wide, awe-filled eyes.

Starlight doesn't know what to say. She expected fear. Horror. Instead, this woman looks at her like she's something holy.

"You're an angel, a real angel" The woman whispers, voice thick with emotion.

Starlight's heart hammers. Homelander chuckles, stepping beside her, looking down at the woman with a smug, knowing smirk.

"That's what I keep telling her. " He says, his hand resting on Starlight's lower back.

[ Later that day ]

Once more, Annie, John and Donna shared a well cooked meal before they goes to bed. John naturally following Annie to her bedroom after quietly slapping Donna ass before she leaves for her own room but not before warning him that she changed the bedsheets.

Soon after, John rest deep within her pussy and gives her ample time to recover, resting his palms on her plump buttocks. Annie's slick cavity promptly adjusting to the rock-hard intruder that spreads her out, chin tucked in submission while a searing hot fluid trickles down her expanded hole.

"I'm going to start moving now, honey. " He says, testing a new nickname while slapping Annie's spherical buttocks causing her whole body to jump from the slightly painful contact.

Her sexily hot breaths coming off shallow and quick, trembling while she nods her head in compliance, feeling every veiny inch as he slides that meat pole in and out of her. The painfully erect prick helmet smashing against the end of her womb, before angling upwards to attack that weak spot.

They are so compatible that it is unfair, after only a couple of sexually-fulfilling thrusts Annie is simply beaming with excitement feeling her pussy mold perfectly to the shape of his John's dick.

His huge body swinging and bumping against her arse making her scoot forward with those ample tits smushed against the bedspread.

"How does it feel, Annie ?" He growls, stroking her elegant blonde hair with finesse. The contrast between his graceful touch when caressing her locks in comparison to the ravenous, thunderous thrusts that he is pounding her notably big butt with provides for an exhilarating combination.

"I-It feels good~ Ahhngh! Y-Yesh ! I like it there~ That's the spot !~" moans Annie in approval, keeping her voice hushed.

Handling her waist securely, each jut from his body carrying an everlasting impact that left Annie's mind in the skies. It slams her relentlessly until Annie thrashes and spasmes, cumming all on her own before she knows it.

" You're squeezing down on me so tight." John says, groaning in pleasure as she arches her back and bounce that wobbling buttocks.

Taking charge, he flips her over onto her back, It's his responsibility to tend to the needs of the woman that would be carrying and raising his children, and for that he took this deathly seriously. Having no idea he already inseminated her. Grasping ahold of her slender hips, he yanks on them while driving his dynamic pillar into her engulfing womanhood. The mattress rocking forward in accordance to his moves, resulting in her opulent bust jiggling back and forth.

Annie pants with her cheeks flushed crimson red, fingers pulling against the bedsheets she's laying on while he plunged into the suffocating grip of her pussy, his swaying pouch slapping against her skin while he manhandle her waist and keeps her locked in place.

Shoving into her sluttily popping hole, emanating an erotic sound that they couldn't replicate if they tried. Annie's hips thrusts forward as she's pumped madly by the vicious manhood, tits flopping wildly while the scent of their copulating sex filled their love nest of a room.

That is precisely what they are doing, making love. Annie intertwines her fingers with his as they hold hands, his masculine hips buckling when inserted fully in her.

Annie don't shy away from making eye contact with the eventual father to her children, seeing him wear an expression of satisfaction as he grin. Smiling down upon the fair-skinned beauty with his weight bearing down into her, pinning her onto the mattress that she sunk perfectly in between. Leaning forward and on top of her she feels the protruding bulge form somewhere within her lower belly.

She spasms uncontrollably from the irresistible pleasure, tensions easing completely while she simply allows herself to be taken by this astounding man.

"I love you, Annie. " He whispers hotly next to her ear, the truth sinking in more effectively as she shudders.

Locking her perfect legs around his waist, folding like a pretzel around him. She concedes to her own will, hugging the back of his neck and pulling him in, their lips smashing together as the couple is entangled in a romantic kiss and embrace. His sturdy, rigid body smash against her tiny, softer build creating a taboo chorus of flesh slapping together. The bed creaking ominously beneath them.

Her plump and swollen pussy is pounded by his magnificent cock, assaulting her G-spot and drawing out a chain of orgasms. He swallow each and every boisterous moan that is supposed to spill out of her lips, swallowing her spit while their tongues wrap together.

" Annie. I'm going to let it out inside of you. " John says, swiveling his hips and totally plowing this broad into a delirious, cockdrunken mess. This form of intimate breeding was exceedingly pleasurable as it was affectionate, Annie's legs spread for him.

Their lips locked together, with his tongue shoved into her orifice, penetrating two of them at once with his colossal cock pulsing inside the coiling cunt that constrict him like a snake squeezing the life out of its victim. The blonde craves this man's virile spunk to an obsessive degree, mashing her lips powerfully against his and messily making out.

The springy mattress bounce and the bed creaks loudly, surviving the rampant thrusts of his veiny, bloated engorgement.

Traveling through those powerfully pulsating veins is the dense cum that grace Annie's inner sanctum, flooding it in a sea of white while roaring into her sweet lips, hilting her to the brim not leaving a single inch of her pussy untouched. Pushing against her cervix, pumping it full of thick viscous seed and tantalizingly grinding onto her clitoris for the final touch. Swallowing her tongue and sucking on it, cradling her head into his burly arms.

[ An hour later ]

The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the Vought News Network flickering across the TV screen.

John sits lazily in the old leather armchair, one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee. He's only in his boxers, his body still warm from the night upstairs, muscles relaxed. The leather creaks as he shifts, absently watching the news, the segment is predictable more praise for The Seven, more carefully curated propaganda.

He still hears it. The soft shuffle of sheets from the other end of the house. Donna stirring in bed. Then soft footsteps.

Drawn in by the sound of the TV, she steps into the dimly lit living room, her figure, wrapped in a blue silk nightgown that falls soft against her curves. She pauses when she sees him, her eyes flicking to his bare chest, his broad shoulders, the large dent in his boxer, the way he looks so effortlessly at home in her house.

John just tilts his head slightly, that signature smirk tugging at his lips.

Donna lingers in the doorway, the soft blue silk of her nightgown catching the dim glow of the TV. He stretches, casually, deliberately, one arm draping over the chair his hand moving his package, drawing her eyes back to it.

"Didn't mean to wake you. " John says, though there's no apology in his tone.

"I just heard the noise…" Donna shakes her head slowly, eyes flickering between the TV and him.

"Or maybe you noticed Annie's room finally quiet down.." He says, looking at her and smirking. "Tired her out." His adds, his voice smooth and amused.

The words hang between them.

Donna hesitates, fingers tightening slightly at her sides. Her eyes flicker down, a glance too long. And then, slowly, cautiously she steps forward.

She looks at him and something shifts in her expression. A quiet understanding. An acceptance.

" Annie… she's still young. Still learning. " Her voice is soft, almost thoughtful. "She doesn't always know how to handle… responsibility. " Donna says, looking at the erected dick trapped beneath the boxer.

Donna meets his gaze, something unreadable flickering in her eyes.

"And when my daughter falls short…" She continues, her voice steadier now, more certain.

"It's my duty to step in and help her overcome her shortcomings. " She shifts slightly, standing taller, as if saying it aloud cements it in her mind.

A pause. Then steadier now, surer. "You're the man of this house now. And it's my job to make sure you're taken care of. " Donna says. She doesn't move yet. Waiting. Offering.

"Then, finish your daughter job." John says, spreading his legs invitingly.

Donna nods and kneel between his legs, taking a good look at John's muscular physique, intimidated by it, staring upwards at the taller man that towers over her womanly, curvy build.

Grabbing the back of her head, John shoves his clothed dick into her face. Her shaky fingers responds to his a action and her inherent will, noticing the dampness in the boxer when she grabs at the hem of it, yanking it down with enough force to free the trapped, veiny behemoth once and for all.

John's s cock whip out with tremendous force, lashing upwards across her chin and upper lip, bobbing slightly then planting itself against her forehead. Donna's lips quiver as her head tilt back, vision obscured by his dick.

" Lucky daughter.." Donna whispers taking deep sniff of his cock carrying the scent of her daughter dry juice and his jizz.

John drag his burly shaft across her forehead, planting his balls against her cute nose. Intentionally, Donna takes a hard whiff of the man smell steaming from his sweaty balls, drunken off of it.

Donna shudders, struggling to wrap her soft lips behind the thick, juicy head, his dick bigger than her past experiences. Neither of them moves for a few seconds, Donna sitting on her haunches with her mouth plugged with the masculine meat.

The rich taste incredible as a slurping sound is muffled by the TV wheshe suckles him. John stare down at the milf slowly adjusting to his cock size.

Donna groans and suck on the fat object harder, her tongue wriggling around and finding a place to sit, sliding around the circumference of him. Exhaling heavily, Donna twirls her slithery pink flesh in a circle around the impossibly fat head, struggling to stretch her mouth completely to adapt to the turgid size.

Donna hum with John's hand guiding her head back and forth, settling for the first four inches of his dick, having the babe bob her head ever so slowly.

The Homelander cock, my daughter's man… Her mind needlessly wanders, feeling every bulging vein against her soft tongue, Donna eyes slowly close, turning her head to the side, sensuously dragging her pink lips up and down John's stinky dick.

"You raised her so well Donna. She's simply perfect for me. You've done a fantastic work with her. " John says, his words partially falling on deaf ears, Donna far too enamored to speak.

"I hope she'll be as good as mother as you Donna. Soon I hope you'll have grandchildren to dots on, to pamper. " He whispers, drawing his arms back and crossing them, watching how Donna's mouth erotically sucking him in. Her wet cavern feeling like it's melting him with its thick, heated saliva.

His words starts to affect her, worsening the already dark shade of red on her cheeks, becoming hollow after sucking particularly hard, her beautiful white set of teeth are tucked behind her lips, protecting the perfect cock she inexplicably wishes to please. Slurping up the sweat and slipping out a slight moan when John's precum grace her tongue.

Her womanly fingers encircle around the hefty base, feeling it pulse within her hands. It rub the insides of both her cheeks as Donna slides her hungry mouth up and down with volition, streaks of spit dangling from her chin, the prim and proper woman slobbering over John's cock.

Donna mumbles something hotly under her own breath when her tiny head is gripped by his huge palms.

"Fuck. Like mother like daughter. " John hisses, Donna's blowjob technique surprisingly similar to Annie's, is it an hereditary skill ? He ask himself.

Donna eyes shoots open to glance at the dominant man sitting above her. The muscular supe dragging and using her head as he see fit, testing the limits that she could take, to see if just like her daughter she can deepthroat him. The sight of her plush lips trailing up the sloppy shaft inch after inch electrifying.

Donna's jaw feels sore as she tears up slightly, gagging profusely as her long outstretched tongue hook and weave against the massive underside. Thick strands of spit lathering up across the intimidating phallus. It looks as tough as the rest of his chiseled body. She whimpers, her body beginning to shake and writhe beneath him, beginning the throes of an oxygen deprived orgasm, Donna screams around him in disbelief, the vibration on his shaft making it better.

Feeling her grip tightening around his meat, allowing his hips to drive more and more of himself into that mouth. Holding her head in place, a slight bulge forming on her swan-like neck. Her gag reflex diminishing with every voracious thrust, Donna's skill is undeniable.

Hearing his dick slipping and sloshing inside of her clenching gullet. Shuddering at the boiling hot pleasure, John swipe his thumb across her forehead, tilting her head slightly backwards and feeding her the entirety of his cock.

A deep animalistic croon leaves the demure milf's throat, and John grits through his teeth when a hot, stinky smelly wad of cum bursts through his engorged dick.

His fat balls churning while he erratically pour a healthy stream of virile spunk down her throat and deposit it inside of her stomach. Her mouth inside swimming with the copious seed. The smell and taste of his babybatter still on her tongue as she gulps down the rest and makes sure his dick is fully empty.

Donna gets up, staring lovingly at John who also stands up. His palms suddenly closing the distance and cupping her generous breast that fed Annie's milk, holding them snugly as if to test their weight and size, squeezing them gently which elicit an involuntary moan from her.

John embrace her, wrapping his hard biceps around her slim frame, reaching behind her in order to clutch the globes of her seductive ass underneath her silk nightgown.

"You'll want for nothing. We can renovate this house or buy you a villa, you'll be free to travel wherever you please in jet. You're as much mine as Annie is, and I'll take good care of you both. " John says, turning off the TV with one hand while the other keep kneading her ass. Donna purrs, mushed against his chest it feels like a slippery brick wall against her hands and head.

"Now go back to bed, we've got a long day tomorrow, I think Annie want us to tour the city's funfair and eat outside. " He says, sending her away with a harsh slap to her ass.