Eat of the apple, so young | 13
[ A few weeks later ]
[ Godolkin University ]
Homelander's presence at Godolkin University isn't an event. It's a spectacle.
Students and faculty line the walkways, staring, whispering. Some cheer, others simply watch in awe. Even here, among the future of Vought's empire, he is something else entirely.
Victoria Neuman waits for him on the rooftop of the administrative building. Away from prying eyes. Away from distractions.
When he lands, it's silent, controlled power with precision. He straightens, brushing a gloved hand over his suit before flashing her that perfectly calculated smirk.
"Madam President. " He teases, stepping forward.
"Not yet." Victoria exhales through her nose, shaking her head.
Homelander hums. "Yet." Homelander chuckles, stepping closer. She crosses her arms, leaning against the railing, the city stretching out below them.
"Alright, then. Let's talk about getting me into the White House. " She says.
"Simple." Homelander steps beside her, hands clasped behind his back.
"Is it ?" Victoria arches a brow.
"Of course-" He begins smoothly. "The sitting President ? Dead." He says unceremoniously.
"Accident or assassination ?" Victoria smile grows, nodding.
"Which do you prefer ?" Homelander tilts his head, mock-considering.
"Accidents are cleaner. People panic more when things feel… random." She shrugs. "Besides, I'd rather not get blamed for an obvious coup before I'm sworn in." She adds.
"See ? That's why I like you." Homelander grins.
"And once I'm in ?" Victoria looks at him sharp, dangerous.
"Then, you do what Presidents do best. You rewrite the rules. You give me America served on silver plate." Homelander's eyes flicker, gaze darkening.
"And after that ?" She leans in slightly, voice dropping but he stays silent.
"Alright, alright, I'll ask when the time is right." She says, laughing softly.
"Anyway, why did you wanted us to meet here ?" Victoria asks him, studying him as Homelander's gaze drifts over the campus below, the students moving in clusters.
"I've seen some of your speeches.. But I wanted you to see this, to understand what Godolkin really is." Homelander says and sees he's got her attention. Victoria follows his gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"An over-glorified supe frat house ?" She says dryly and it makes him chuckles.
They're your future electors, Victoria. The future of this country. Our country.
"They're your futur electors, the futur of this country, our country. We'll build a nation for them, for us Victoria. You understand what I mean ?" He asks her and Victoria's lips press together.
"Supe lives matters, that it ?" She answers sarcastically, Homelander smirk fades.
"A war is coming, Victoria. Humans, right now, they think they can control us. Manage us. How long do you think that lasts ?" He steps closer, voice dropping.
"A war is brewing, humans, for now they think they can control us, manage us. How long you'll think that last ? We need someone in charge with our interest in mind." He retorts.
"They fear us. They should. But fear ? It's not enough." Homelander adds.
"And you want me to be the one in charge when the scales finally tip." Victoria says while she crosses her arms.
"We need someone in power with our interests in mind. Someone who won't bend to their will." He nods, speaking more of himself than her at that point.
"I get it." She sighs, and she truly does. Her mind drifts, unbidden, back to her daughter. To the screams, the shaking sobs, the way her small body convulsed as Compound V burned through her veins.
She had done it to protect her. To ensure she had a place in this world. As one of them.
"That's my ambition too..." Victoria admits, her mind going back to her daughter, her voice quieter.
"Good. I'll see you tonight then Victoria." He says before leaving for Cate's room.
[ Godolkin University ]
[ Cate's Room ]
Cate doesn't flinch when the door to her dorm clicks open. She doesn't need to turn around. She already knows who it is.
Not because of footsteps. Not because of the door he didn't knock. He never does.
She knows because he's like a black hole, there's a shift in the air, an unspoken command in his presence, like gravity bending to accommodate him.
Cate exhales slowly, composing herself before speaking.
"You really don't believe in knocking, huh ?" She says sassy.
"Didn't think I needed to." Homelander answers, a smug and arrogant smirk on his lips.
She lets out a soft chuckle, finally turning to face him. He's standing casually in her doorway, hands clasped behind his back, blue eyes fixed on her with that unmistakable glint.
Cate's pulse quickens, but she doesn't show it. Not yet.
"You came all the way to Godolkin just to check in on me ?" She asks, her smile just a little too knowing.
Homelander steps inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. "I like to know my people are taken care of."
Cate hums, dragging her gaze over him deliberately. "Your people. Or your women ?"
He doesn't correct her. Because they both know it's true.
His eyes flick around the room, taking in the details. Simple, but controlled. No clutter. Very chic. Vanilla white and dark chocolate, the color palette often favored by models.
A full length mirror situated perfectly lighting-wise for taking good selfies and outfit checks. A walk-in closet with the outfits meticulously organised, colour-coordinated and by season. Her LED-illuminated vanity is a workstation of branded cosmetics. A colourful mess made of dozens of lipsticks, eye shadows, blushes and other makeup items. All of them scattered across the surface. While on her desk a lone laptop sit among scattered fashion & lifestyle magazines.
And wafting through the bedroom air, the fragrance of some expensive perfume-brand scented candle.
Homelander steps closer. Too close. Close enough that she can feel the warmth radiating off of him.
"You like it here ?" He asks, voice dropping slightly.
"It's fine." Cate shrugs.
"I can think of better places for you." Homelander hums, gaze never leaving hers.
Cate's breath catches just for a second. She doesn't answer right away. He notices.
Then, slowly, she smiles, a coy smile.
"You didn't come here to talk about my dorm, did you ?" She says.
Homelander grins knowingly.
"No, Cate." He says. He reaches out fingertips grazing her wrist. "I didn't." Homelander adds.
A gentle push and she falls on her bed, her bright blonde hair fanning over the white sheets.
In a few seconds they're both naked, her creamy skin a soft pale and pink all over her slender hourglass, one that'll no doubt fill out even more. Perky, soft C-cups jiggling from the motion, tipped with pink nipples stiff from the sudden chill of her room like pink diamonds or little strawberry hard candy.
Homelander hand grip a slender ankle and yank that long, pale leg up and open. Spreading apart those smooth, flawless inner thighs and exposing her naked crotch to him. And as expected of a teen swimsuit model super who's sexually active, she's waxed bare; not a single strand of blonde hair on her puffy pussy lips. And in the center of it all... her delicate pink slit, smooth like a line of strawberry ice cream.
He drizzle some spit over her pussy lips, then onto his cock whose pulsing girth he lines up right at her tight entrance of this teen's quivering girl slit. His hand playing with her clit to makes it easier to slides in.
Homelander thrust forward, burying himself into this teen pussy's heavenly soft insides.
It's something that he'll never get tired of: pushing his cock through a deliciously narrow wet hole. The silky insides filled with soft, feminine folds that grip tightly around his cock... and feeling like it could barely fit in her.
"Nghh~ Ah!~ Ah!~" Cate moans.
Sliding out before thrusting all the way back. There's nothing more entertaining than seeing her perky tits bounce at the force, and the way this teen's inner walls tightened up with bursts of shameful pleasure as he bottom out, filling her pussy up.
Her voice hitching as his finger found that little pink pearl at the top of her slit while he pistons in and out. Cate's pussy tighten around him in undeniable pleasure. Her pale, hourglass frame tensing everytime he flicked it as he bottom out in her. And he keeps that up, teasing this teen's trembling clit through his thrusting, every so often, he reaches up, play with her soft pale chest and pinch those stiff little nipples of hers.
Finally, she can't take it anymore.
"Yes!~ Like that! Like that please!~" Cate whimpers as she comes hard around his cock, this sexy teen's body practically begging for his seed as her silky insides desperately milk his shaft.
Homelander grunts in relief as he nut in her teen fertile womb. X-ray vision letting him watch the whole thing too.
Watch as the tip of his cock batter at the door to her womb, gradually prying it open just enough for his pulsing cock to shoot the first thick rope of semen right into her teen baby maker, splattering at the back in an explosion of white, before following it up with a second rope, then a third. Until the inside of Cate's teenage womb is criss-crossed with his pearly white cum.
Cate cum four more times before he gives her a second cumshot.
Soon, Homelander is slowly grinding her face against his abs to place her mouth onto his cock, as she sucks on it, completely docile after ger fifth orgasm.
"Mmm... fuck, just like that..." She whispers as his fingers found her swollen little clit again and this sexy blonde-haired's pale, slender body shivers.
"I've been a bad girl Homelander." Cate would moan as he pins her disobedient hands above her head, her slender feet locking behind his waist and her teen cunt milking him non-stop. And every so often, he indulge her wish with a womb-deep cumshot.
He smiles down at her, her bright blonde hair in his fist as he guides Cate down for one last sleepy cleanup blowjob.
[ Per Se Restaurant ]
The restaurant is quiet, private, exclusive. The kind of place where true power brokers meet.
Victoria wears black silk, smooth and effortless, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.
Thin straps over her shoulders, a plunging neckline that commands attention but never begs for it. A high slit along her thigh, just enough to tease.
Her red high heels are sharp and makes her legs seems even more beautiful. Her dark hair cascades in loose waves, framing a face that knows exactly how sexy she is. Eyes lined just enough to make them sharper, lips painted deep red.
Dressed in a casual navy-blue suit, the perfect image of control. His cape absent, no theatrics needed tonight.
Homelander and Victoria aren't just playing the game. They're planning to rewrite the rules.
A low and soft light casts warm shadows over their table, softening the steel in Victoria's eyes as she takes a slow sip of her wine. Across from her, Homelander sits at ease, the very picture of confidence.
"I have to admit, I wasn't sure about dinner." She swirls her drink, watching him over the rim. Homelander lifts a brow, cutting into his steak with measured precision.
"No ? You seemed awfully eager when I suggested it." He answers.
"Did I ? Or did I just know there was no point in saying no ?" Victoria says, smiling at him.
Homelander let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You say that like I'd force you."
"You wouldn't have to." She sets her glass down, tilting her head. "You're not the kind of man people refuse, John." She adds, using his name and not the his public moniker.
"And yet, I'd say you hold your own just fine." He hums, taking a sip of his own drink.
"I do. But I know when to pick my battles." She leans in slightly, resting an elbow on the table.
"And what's tonight, then ? A battle ?" Homelander studies her, amused.
"A negotiation." She quips back with mirth. Homelander smirks, tapping a finger against his glass.
The conversation flows seamlessly, moving between power, ambition, control. They talk of the next steps, of elections that will be irrelevant, of a country that will soon belong to them.
"Neuman as President, Vought with its claws in every branch of government…" He says, shaking his head. "It's almost too easy." He adds, cutting into his steak.
"Is that a complaint ?" Victoria lifts a brow.
"Not at all. Just… I don't like when things feel unfinished." He spears a bite of steak, gesturing with his fork. "When I take something, I take all of it." He finishes.
"Then tell me. What does 'all of it' look like to you ?" Victoria asks, watching him curiously. Homelander's smirk fades slightly. Not gone just, sharper.
"A throne. " He says simply.
"You mean metaphorically, or are you actually planning to have one built ?" Victoria asks, intrigued.
"Why not both ?" Homelander grins.
"So King Homelander, huh ? That's what you're going for ?" Victoria chuckles.
"Tell me, Victoria—why stop at 'President' when you can be something bigger ? Something that lasts ?" He asks her seriously.
"And I thought I was ambitious." She retorts, dodging the question.
"You are. That's why you're here." He leans in slightly, voice lower. "But you know as well as I do, Presidents come and go. Empires don't." He adds. Victoria lifts her wine glass, thoughtful.
"And what kind of empire are we building, John ?" She asks him, trying to see through his narcissism amd ego to discern his plan. Homelander leans back in his seat, watching her with calculating eyes.
"The kind that never ends."He says. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.
"You know, I've been thinking about something. " She says, changing the subject.
"Dangerous habit." Homelander taunts her as he lifts a brow.
"I want another child." Victoria says, smiling innocently. The smirk on his face freezes. Not in hesitation. In curiosity. A flicker of something, hungrier in them.
"Didn't peg you for the sentimental type. " He muses.
"I'm not. I just… want a boy this time." Victoria huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head.
"You already planning out names ?" He teases.
"Oh, come on, John. Don't tell me the idea of a little you running around doesn't appeal to you." She teases back, knowing from Starlight blood she's pregnant, thanks to her powers.
"I have thought about it." He answers.
"Of course you have. You all do. " She arches a brow.
"A son, though. That's interesting." Homelander says, taking a slow sip of his drink.
"A son makes sense. A daughter, well, the world isn't kind to girls in power. I should know. You can't imagine how much I worry for Zoe.." Victoria shrugs.
"Oh, and it's kind to boys ?" Homelander chuckles.
"It's kind to strong boys." Victoria corrects. She tilts her head, watching him. "And he'd be strong, wouldn't he ?" She provokes him, her foot sliding up his leg.
"Unstoppable. Like every of my children will be. " Homelander says assuredly.
"Then that settles it." She grins, lifting her glass and they clink glasses.
Then, Victoria exhales, leaning back in her chair.
"That brings us to the last loose end, doesn't it ?" She asks.
"Stan Edgar." He offers.
"He's in our way." Victoria nods. Homelander hums, tilting his head.
"You want him gone too. I thought he was your daddy or something ?" He asks her, refilling her glass.
"I need him gone." Victoria begins. "He's too careful, too quiet. He sees more than he lets on, and let's be honest…" She taps a finger against her glass. "He'll never give up his power willingly." She concludes.
"Oh, I know." Homelander says, knowing exactly how far Stan Edgar is capable to go.
"Then we're on the same page." She says. A quiet, unspoken agreement between them.
Stan Edgar is done.
"You know, I was almost expecting you to kill him already." She says to him, eating her lasts bit of steak.
"I could. Anytime I want." He answers.
"So why haven't you ?" She asks him.
"Stan… he thinks he's untouchable. That's what makes this fun." He retorts, a sadistic smile spreading briefly on his face.
"You like to play with your food." Victoria says, almost judging him a sher style is pretty much the opposite.
"I like to make sure they know exactly why they lost." Homelander says, teeth just slightly bared.
"And when he does ?" Victoria asks, dragging a finger along the stem of her glass.
"Then there's nothing left between me and absolute control over Vought." He answers.
"And me ?" Victoria leans in slightly.
"You'll be there with me." Homelander doesn't hesitate. The tension between them shifts.
She likes that answer. He can tell from her body reactions.
"You talk a big game, John. You sure you can back it up ?" Victoria says, slow and knowing. And if it was anyone else using that tone he'll be in serious danger.
"You wouldn't be here if you thought otherwise." Homelander leans in, matching her.
"You do have a habit of making people fall in line." She says as her pulse quickens, but she doesn't look away.
"I don't force anyone. They just realize it's in their best interest." Homelander says smirking.
"That's what happened with Annie, isn't it ?" Victoria suddenly says.
Homelander's smirk flickers, just slightly. She's playing a dangerous game, more than she realizes.
"She made the right choice, just like you. " He says smoothly.
"You really don't see people as equals, do you ?" Victoria says, chuckling softly.
"Only the ones who deserve it." He answers.
Victoria meets his gaze, studying him, no fear in her eyes. Only hunger, interest.
"You like me.. " She whispers sensually.
"That surprises you ?" Homelander laughs softly, shaking his head.
"A little. " She admits, sipping her wine. "You don't seem like the type to enjoy partnerships." She adds.
"Partnerships are only worth something when both people bring value." Homelander muses.
"And you think I do ?" She immediately asks.
"I wouldn't be having dinner with you otherwise." Homelander says, smiling charmingly at her.
"Flatterer." Victoria chuckles. He just watches her, eyes lingering.
"You're enjoying this." He says, her hand coming to rest on his.
"Aren't you ?" Victoria smirks, dragging her nail along his skin.
The dinner plates are cleared by the waitress, replaced with a decadent chocolate mousse and two glasses of aged bourbon.
"You know.. " She starts, dipping her spoon into the mousse, "I've read a lot about genetics."
"Yeah ?" He asks, sipping his bourbon.
She brings the spoon to her lips, letting the chocolate melt slowly on her tongue before swallowing.
"Mmh. It's interesting how some traits pass down so perfectly. How certain things just… persist." She says.
"You trying to tempt me, Victoria ?" Homelander asks her amused.
"Would it work ?" She answers resting her chin against her hand.
"Depends. What exactly are you saying ?" He says, his smirk deepening.
"You've seen what happens when weaker stock rises to the top. We both know it never lasts." Victoria says, sipping slowly from her glass.
"You saying we should start handpicking the next generation ?" He asks, seems eugenics is still trending he thinks, Stormfront coming to his mind.
"I'm saying that some of us have more to offer than others." She says, clearly referring to herself.
"You're serious about this. " He says, observing her. Victoria swirls her bourbon, her gaze steady, unflinching.
"I've thought about it." She exhales slowly, setting her glass down. "I don't think it'd be the worst thing in the world. Zoe was.. adopted so I never had the chance to carry her, not truly." She lets the words linger between them.
"It wouldn't just be for me, you know." Victoria continues.
"No ?" Homelander lifts a brow.
"You of all people know how much image matters. A strong, family-first woman running for office ? A mother carrying the future ? It sells, John. People eat it up." She concludes.
"So it's strategic." Homelander says.
"Everything is." Victoria says with a soft laugh.
"You're a dangerous woman Victoria." Homelander says, leaning back and chuckling softly.
"And you like that about me." She smirks.
A long pause stretch
Then, slowly, Homelander grins.
"Check, please." He asks the passing waitress, his eyes never leaving Victoria.
[ After leaving Per Se ]
The black SUV glides smoothly through the streets, the city glowing in the night, neon reflections dancing on the sleek glass windows. Inside, Victoria leans back against the leather seat, legs crossed.
The SUV slows as they approach a nondescript building, no flashing signs, no lines wrapped around the entrance, no hordes of paparazzi desperate for a shot. Just a single heavy-set doorman in a tailored suit, flanked by another guard with an earpiece.
The moment Homelander steps out, the doors swing open. No questions. No ID checks. Victoria follows, her heels clicking against the marble floor as they enter a place most people don't even know exists.
Soft velvet lounges, deep mahogany bars, private booths hidden behind sheer curtains. The air vibrates with music, sensual and intoxicating. The kind of place where the powerful come to sin without consequences.
Victoria raises a brow as she takes it all in. Homelander chuckles, guiding her forward with a casual hand on the small of her back.
"Some of the biggest stars in the world come here just to forget they exist." He whispers in her ear, the music covering his voice.
"Sounds like heaven." She says, her lips curving slightly.
They walks towards the beaming lights, the center of the nightlife vibes and loud music blaring across the room.
Sparing no time before wrapping his long, thick muscular arms around the frame of her slender back, bringing her along with him to a more desirable spot as she allows him to whisk her far and away.
Victoria finds herself getting lost in the comfort of the John's chiseled body pressing up against her, cozying against the shapely backside that had lost its muscular firmness and became rounder and softer over the years.
She barely feels anything separating the his package that mashes powerfully against her rear with intimate familiarity, the way he act so selfishly, like anything that he want would go his way do irreversible damage to Victoria who fail to hide the bashfulness on her face. John growls right next to Victoria's ear, lowering himself and dry humping her plush rear to the rhythm of the music.
Becoming exhilarated by his brazen touch, strutting her stuff without an ounce of shame, she starts gyrating her curvy hips to the rhythm of the fast-paced music, moving that large bubble butt over the meaty lump forming against the front of John's trousers.
She quietly moans against the humongous hands roaming her voluptuous figure, squishing the fleshy mounds of her breasts, grazing against the heart-shaped orbs of assmeat that moves the messy tent pitching from his crotch with each twitch of her hips.
Lowering her perky buttcheeks closer to the floor, Victoria wiggles that jiggly ass from one side to the other, feeling her admirer following her from behind and slamming his hips harder against her frame.
"Mmmn!~"
Biting her bottom lip experiencing waves of heavy arousal, she continues tormenting herself and simultaneously teasing the growing manhood. There was no getting around the fact that she feels the immense boner rising to life against her daring motions, deliberately applying pressure with her bouncing velvety cheeks.
Victoria whimpers a hot moan through her lips, feeling John's thumb graze across it,ctantalizing in its contact, wedging between her soft crevice, touching the tip of her tongue and inserting his digits into her mouth that she instinctively suck with her lips wrapping around his finger.
"If you want, I'll give you the hotel treatment and pound the hell out of that hungry pussy." He says huskily.
Closing her eyes and imagining such a riveting scenario, Victoria's plump pussy folds become wet to the touch, dampening the front of her thong matching the color of her refined, silky dress.
"I want it.. I told you~ A baby boy." Victoria pants, staring at him lewdly.