Whale & wasp | 16
Just roll with it.
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[ John and Annie's villa ]
Starlight sat on the edge of the pristine white couch, the sun shining on them and reflected on the large pool, her hands cradling her stomach. At five months along, she's clearly showing. She wears a simple but elegant white dress, the fabric clinging to her figure just enough to accentuate her growing child but loose enough to be comfortable.
Homelander stand by the pool bar, pouring himself a drink ans preparing a smoothie for her, watching her carefully. She's beautiful, soft, glowing in the light, her golden curls spilling over her shoulders like a halo. And yet, there's tension in her posture, a slight stiffness that betray her thoughts.
"You're quiet. " He remarks.
"Just thinking." Starlight glances up at him, her eyes guarded. She sighs, rubbing her belly absentmindedly.
"I know what you want, John." She says.
"Oh ? And what's that ?" Homelander smirks and took a slow sip before setting her glass down besides her. She hesitates , her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress.
"You want me to accept them. Maeve. Victoria." Starlight says, breaking the ice.
"I thought you already had." He answers, sitting besides her.
"I've tolerated it. " She corrects him, meeting his gaze. "But now ? Now you want more." She adds.
Homelander let out a small, amused breath as he crouches before her, close enough for her to feel his warmth. His hand finds her knee, thumb stroking idly.
"You act like you didn't know this was coming." He says, looking at her curiously. Her lips part, but no words comes out.
His hand moves to rest lightly over hers, where it lay atop her stomach.
"This is ours." He murmurs. "You're the first to give me something no one else has. That makes you special. Forever." He says to her, juggling with three pregnant women, there's only the Homelander who can handle that.
Starlight looks at him. And damn him, there is sincerity in his words. That's the most dangerous part, he means it.
"I don't want to share you. " She admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I know." His smile is indulgent, almost gentle.
A long pause stretched between them. Then, Homelander reaches for the ring on her finger.
"You are the first. " He whispers. "And you'll be the only one to have this." He adds meaningfully.
"You mean.. " She trail off.
"I mean, you're not just carrying my firstborn. You're going to be my wife." He reminds her.
"John, this, this isn't fair." Starlight retorts, her heart pounding.
Homelander leans in. "You already have me, Annie. More than anyone else ever will."
She should fight.
But when he kisses, soft, lingering, filled with a possessive devotion that makes her toes curl, she don't.
And when he lays small kisses on her belly and puts his ear on it her heart melt.
[ Some time later ]
The small chapel is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of old wood and incense.
Annie sits stiffly in the pew, her hands clenched together in her lap. Across from her, her mom Donna watches her with patient curiosity, lips pursed in that familiar way, waiting for Annie to speak.
"So.. " Donna finally says, breaking the silence.
"Mom, he's with other women." Annie's stomach twists, she shakes her head, voice tight. "Maeve is having his baby too. So is Victoria Neuman." Her fingers grip the fabric of her dress. "I thought I could handle it, but it's-"
"It's what ?" Donna interrupts, her voice smooth, unwavering despite the suprise of learning the President is pregnant with Homelander's child.
"It's not what I wanted." Annie swallows, barely able to form the words.
Donna studies her for a long moment. Then, to Annie's shock, she lets out a soft chuckle.
"Oh, sweetheart." She reaches out, brushing Annie's cheek with her fingers, the way she used to when Annie was little.
"Men like him, great men, are different. You can't expect them to be satisfied with just one woman." Donna says, her view contrasting greatly with the feminist of the modern age.
Annie's breath hitches. "Mom-"
"In the Old Testament," Donna continues, her voice gentle yet firm, "kings and prophets had many wives. David, Solomon, even Abraham." She tilts her head. "And John... John is more than a man, Annie. He's chosen." She finishes.
"That's not how love works." Annie retorts. Donna gives her a small, almost pitying smile.
"Love ? Annie, this isn't just about love. It's about destiny. You love him, don't you ?" She leans in, lowering her voice.
".Yes." Annie answers.
"And he loves you ?"Donna asks.
"I know he does." Annie immediately quips back.
"Then what more do you need ?" Js mom says. Annie stares at her mother, her mind racing, searching for an answer. Donna squeezes her hand.
"You are special, Annie. You're his first. The one who carries his heir. No one else has that." Donna explains, her words mirroring John's.
Annie looks down, her resolve wavering.
"But John.. " Donna continues, her voice soft but insistent. "He was never going to belong to just one woman. He was made for more than that." She adds.
Silence stretches between them, heavy and suffocating. Then Donna's smile turns thoughtful.
"You know.. I understand why you feel conflicted. I felt the same way when I first saw him." She begins.
"What ?" Annie's head snaps up. Donna sighs, almost wistfully.
"John is unlike any man I've ever met. He's powerful. He's divine. Being around him, it's.. " She trails off, remembering that night then shaking her head. "It makes sense why you couldn't resist him."
"Mom! " Annie's throat tightens. Donna's fingers curl around her wrist, her touch firm.
"Annie, don't fight what's inevitable. You already have him. Don't waste time being jealous. Accept it. Embrace it." She offers her advice. Annie stares at her mother, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions.
"He's special." Donna whispers, her gaze distant, almost reverent. "Men like him deserve more." She meets Annie's eyes, a slow, knowing smile curling her lips.
Annie's breath catches. For the first time, she doesn't know whether to feel disgusted or understand by her mom.
[ White house ]
Inside the Oval Office, President Victoria Neuman sits behind the Resolute Desk, poised and radiant, a woman in complete control.
The country is thriving under her administration, or at least, that's what the Vought-owned networks say. Approval ratings are at an all-time high. Crime is down thanks to the Seven acting as the ultimate enforcers of justice. The economy is booming, bolstered by government-backed contracts with Vought International. The people love her. They trust her. And why wouldn't they ?
Unlike the bumbling, frail mess that was Robert Singer, she is young, decisive, capable. And she has Homelander in her corner.
The thought alone makes her lips twitch into a satisfied smirk. She takes a sip of coffee, her eyes scanning the morning intelligence briefing.
"Madam President. " A voice calls from the doorway. Her Chief of Staff steps in, a stack of documents in hand.
She gestures for him to speak.
"Public support is holding strong. The latest polls show a 78% approval rating, even among moderates." He says enthusiastically.
"Of course they do," Victoria says, flipping through a file. "They've finally got a leader who delivers." She adds and the Chief of Staff nods. "Our push for the Supe Integration Act is also gaining traction. If we continue at this pace, within a year, we could see government positions officially open to superhumans." He resume his report.
"Good. That's exactly what I want." She smiles.
A shift in the air catches her attention. She looks up to see Homelander standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his signature smirk playing at his lips. He looks as effortlessly powerful as ever, the true shadow behind her seat.
"How's my favorite president doing ?" He asks, striding in.
"Ruling the free world one policy at a time. You should try it sometime." Victoria chuckles, setting her coffee down.
"You know I prefer a more direct approach." He says, leaning casually against the desk. Her Chief of Staff shifts awkwardly. He knows when he's no longer needed.
"I'll.. give you two a moment. " He says before hurrying out.
Victoria leans back in her confortable chair, watching Homelander with amusement.
"You didn't just come here to flirt, did you ?" She asks, lifting a suggestive eyebrow.
"Well, that is one of my favorite pastimes. " He admits, eyes flicking over her. Then, his expression turns slightly more serious. "Got something interesting for you." He says.
He tosses a classified folder onto her desk. She raises a brow, opening it. Inside, a grainy satellite image deep space, far beyond Earth's atmosphere.
"What am I looking at ?" she asks.
"Something fast," Homelander says, tapping the image. "NASA's got their panties in a twist over it. Begging Vought to pool their resources with them to identify it. No idea what it is yet, but whatever's out there?" He leans in, his voice dropping slightly. "It's coming this way." He reveals.
Victoria frowns, studying the data. A foreign object moving at incomprehensible speeds, its trajectory a straight shot toward Earth. No comet, no asteroid. Something deliberate. Her fingers tap against the desk.
"Do we need to be concerned ?" She asks him.
Homelander stands behind her, reading over her shoulder. His hands sliding down her arms, his touch possessive. He leans in, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he chuckles.
"I guess we'll find out." He says.
She allows the warmth of his breath to seep into her skin. He's always so calm, so unshakable. Even now, staring at something unknown, something alien, he remains utterly unbothered.
She leans back against him. "This could be an opportunity… or a disaster." Victoria explains her doubts.
His hands trail lower, resting against her stomach, where his child grows inside her. A boy they both hope.
"We'll handle it. Like always. " He answers confidently. She huffs a soft laugh.
"That confidence of yours will get us killed one day." She says, looking uo to catch his blue eyes.
"Or it'll get us everything we want." He smirks.
Her fingers cover his. Their relationship, built on ambition, on power was never meant to be soft, but in moments like this, she wonders.
"No need to let the public know yet. If this turns out to be nothing-" She begins to say. Homelander cuts her off with a kiss to her neck.
"And if it's something ?" He asks her.
Her lips curve into a slow, dangerous smile. "Then we make sure it works for us." Victoria answers.
"That's my president. " He says teasing her.
"For now at least, we need to start thinking long-term," Victoria says, her voice smooth, deliberate. "Four years won't be enough. Eight won't be enough." She adds, speaking of how long she could hold that seat in the best conditions.
"You could just declare yourself Queen of America." Homelander chuckles, laying another kiss on her neck, closer to her collarbone.
"So what's the play ?" He asks, intrigued.
"The people love me now, but if I try to gut the Constitution overnight, they'll turn on me. We need something else... " She starts to think out loud.
"There are ways to hold power without officially rewriting the system. Emergency powers, wartime extensions... If the country faces an existential crisis, something so catastrophic that it demands stable leadership, then the people will beg me to stay." Victoria muses, imagining different scenarios.
"You're talking about martial law." Homelander says. She rolls her eyes, shaking her head but the idea holds some merit.
"I need time to evaluate our options, we can't rush that.." Victoria says and let a quiet whimper as he starts to gently kneads her sore boobs, his hand having gone under her blazer amd shirt.
[ Two days later ]
A day passes. Then another.
The world remains oblivious, but Victoria, Homelander, and a select few in intelligence circles and Vought monitor the unidentified object hurtling toward Earth. Initial projections had it arriving in mere hours, but the entity whatever it is seems to have slowed down, moving with purpose rather than force. This is no blind meteor.
This is someone. And Homelander isn't going to wait for them to land.
High above the atmosphere, Homelander floats effortlessly, the world stretching below him like a living painting. The stars above shimmer in the void, but his focus is elsewhere. He sees her.
A figure streaks toward him from the abyss, white and grey glinting against the blackness of space. She is fast, almost faster than he expected, closing the distance between them in seconds. As she slows, her body stabilizes, her form revealed.
In front of him stand a beautiful woman wearing a skintight white suit with a loin cloth around the waist. She is tall, statuesque, her frame powerful and muscular yet undeniably feminine, with an impressive pair of boobs and childbearing hips. Her short black hair flows freely in zero gravity, her eyes sharp, assessing him. She carries the ruthless posture of a seasoned warrior.
The woman halts just a few meters away, arms crossed, observing him with equal curiosity. Then, a smirk tugs at her lips.
"So. " She speaks, her voice rich, almost amused. "You're the one I've heard so much about." She adds, her hand on her hips as she examine him.
"That depends. Who's been talking ?" Homelander's grin is slow, deliberate.
"Stories travel. Even across the stars. Especially when a pathetic planet like this suddenly have someone of your caliber. " Her eyes rake over him, the way he hovers so effortlessly, the sheer confidence in his stance.
"You certainly look the part." Her smirk deepens.
He narrows his eyes, intrigued by her boldness. She isn't starstruck like most who stand before him. She isn't afraid either.
"Come. " He says, turning slightly, gesturing toward the planet below. "Let's have a real talk. Away from all this." He adds, referring to the satellite poised on them.
"You're inviting me to your home already ?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Not quite. But I know a place." He answers, smirking at her.
He doesn't wait for her agreement. He moves, descending toward Earth, and after a moment's hesitation, she follows, speeding up and catching up with him, surprised at his speed.
[ Mont Everest ]
The air is thin, the winds howling, but for two beings like them, it is nothing. They land atop Mount Everest, where no human can disturb them. The world stretches far below, clouds drifting beneath their feet.
She steps forward, looking over the edge, then turns back to him, arms still crossed.
"Dramatic. I like it." She says.
Homelander chuckles. "I have a flair for theatrics." He steps closer, his cape billowing behind him. "Now, tell me. Why are you here ?" He asks her directly.
"Because we want to know if this planet is worth our time. And if you're worth mine.." She says, grinning at him.
"We ? Come on lady, you're going to have to give me more info.." He asks her.
"I'm Anissa from the Viltrum Empire. I've come to assess this planet, to see if it is ready integrated in the glorious Viltrum Empire. And for another purpose I've yet to decide to accomplish here. " Anissa answers, her voice cold and unrelenting. She steps closer, the gap between them shrinking to nothing.
"You are the strongest being on this planet." She lifts a hand, pressing her palm against his chest. "I can feel it. The power, the confidence." Her fingers curl slightly, a subtle test. A challenge. Homelander doesn't move. He lets her.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," He quips. She raises an eyebrow.
"That wasn't flattery. That was observation." She says matter of fact.
"Now show me if you're a worthy man." She says.
By the time feels the punch rock his jaw, he's already flying, careening off at supersonic speeds into the side of a mountain. Creating an avalanche threatening the climbers and small houses below.
Anissa flexes her wrist as the snow begins to settle from her punch.
Homelander excavate himself from the rocks and snow, angry, he felt that. Flying up, he rises higher in the sky in her direction meeting her fist against fist.
The world burns.
Their fight devours everything in its path.
As Homelander and Anissa tear through the sky, their sheer velocity ignites the air behind them, turning them into streaks of fire. Cities below crumble under the shockwaves of their movement, glass shatters, steel bends, entire skyscrapers topple like sandcastles before a tsunami.
They smash through anything in their way.
Beijing is first.
Homelander barely registers the buildings before he's thrown through them his body ripping through concrete and steel like tissue paper. The CCTV Headquarters explodes as he bursts through one side and out the other, its twisting, iconic frame crumbling like wet cardboard.
Pedestrians below don't even have time to understand what's happening.
The force of his passing alone is enough to pulverize them. Blood splatters the streets, bodies detonate from the pressure, turned into red mist. Cars flip like toys, crashing into each other as fires erupt across the city.
And Anissa is right behind him. She dives, slamming a fist into his spine, sending him plummeting.
He crashes into Tiananmen Square, the force of his landing sending cracks through the earth. Statues collapse. Tourists and civilians are erased not even a scream left behind as their bodies burst, reduced to smears of red on the pavement.
Homelander grits his teeth, rage burning behind his eyes as he launches himself back at her.
They collides midair, two unstoppable forces clashing with a detonation that flattens the city.
Shockwaves tear through Beijing, entire districts collapsing in their wake. The earth splits, bodies swallowed into the chasms as streets are destroyed. The Great Wall, a wonder of the world shatters like dry bone as their fight barrels across China.
Then they move again.
A blur across the continents, their battle tearing through the world like a plague.
They hit Moscow next.
Homelander swings her like a wrecking ball, her body annihilating entire buildings and houses as he slams her through the Kremlin. The historic fortress erupts into dust, bricks and bodies mixing in the air like confetti. Russian citizens barely have time to register their presence before the sheer force of their fight flattens them.
A commercial airliner, flying too close, is caught in their slipstream. The entire plane is ripped apart, bodies flung in every direction some torn to pieces midair, others splattering against buildings below or the ground.
Then they goes down.
A packed subway system crumbles as they plow through the tunnels, entire passenger cars crushed like tin cans under their weight. The people inside ending as paste.
They break the atmosphere again, crashing into the Atlantic Ocean with the force of an asteroid. A tsunami erupts in their wake.
And above it all, Anissa laughs.
Her lips are bloody, her body bruised, but her smile is wild, exhilarated.
"This is fun !" She roars, wiping blood from her split lip. "I haven't had this much fun in centuries ! Tell me, Homelander-" She kicks him across the planet.
He rockets through the sky, collapsing the Eiffel Tower as he smashes through it, sending debris raining down on Paris. The city of love turns into wreck in seconds.
Homelander growls, wiping dust from his bruised face, eyes glowing with unrestrained fury. Anissa lands before him, tilting her head.
"Are you having fun too ?" She taunts. Homelander spits blood. Then he grins.
"Oh, sweetheart. " He says, his voice a low growl.
"I'm just getting started." He answers and it makes her smile grows even wider.
The United States looms in the distance as Homelander rockets across the sky, hot on Anissa's heels. The two streak through the atmosphere like fiery comets, their speed shattering the sound barrier over and over again.
Then she abruptly stops and catches him.
A handful of his cape she yanks, spinning him midair before slamming him into the Rocky Mountains with a force that splits the range in half. The land erupts, avalanches roaring down as entire forests are uprooted, flung like matchsticks.
A small town below doesn't stand a chance. Buildings collapse like toy blocks, people snuffed out in an instant as the shockwave crushes everything in its path.
Anissa lands lightly on the ruined peaks, watching as Homelander pushes himself from the rubble, blood dripping from his mouth. He grins.
"That all you got ?" He provokes her.
"I'm pacing myself." Anissa smirks, arms crossing over her chest.
She steps closer, her boots cracking the shattered rock beneath her.
"You're.. impressive. " She muses, eyes running over his form. "Stronger than I expected." Anissa adds as Homelander wipes blood from his lip with the back of his hand.
"You're not bad yourself." His gaze flickers over her her battle worn skintight suit clinging to her like a second skin, her toned physique, the confidence in her stance. He can feel his heart pounding not just from the fight, but from her. Anissa notices. Her smirk deepens.
"Oh ?" She purrs. "Am I getting to you ?"
"Please. You wish." Homelander laughs a low, husky sound.
Anissa steps into his space, close enough that he can smell her, metallic and sharp, like blood and ozone.
"I do wish, It's rare to find someone who can actually keep up." She whispers.
Their eyes lock, both of them breathing hard. There's something raw. It's more than just combat, it's competition. It's challenge.
Homelander strikes.
A blur of movement, his fist collides with her gut, sending her rocketing backward at supersonic speeds. She slams into the heart of Chicago.
The Sears Tower. Her body tears through it, the structure collapsing in on itself, sending a storm of steel and glass into the streets below. Thousands of people vanish in an instant, their screams cut short as they're crushed beneath the debris.
Homelander is already there, descending through the smoke like a god of war.
Anissa emerges from the rubble, grinning.
"I like you. " She breathes, wiping dust from her cheek. "I really do."
"Then show me." Homelander rolls his shoulders, eyes burning. And she does.
They clash again, sending Chicago into hell.
Shockwaves ripple outward, ripping through buildings like paper. The ground itself cracks, highways splitting open, cars falling into the abyss. People run, but it's pointless, their fight reshapes the city, turning streets into open graves. Anissa laughs as they fight, her joy palpable.
"Come on, faster !" She goads, darting around him, her punches landing like bombs.
Homelander grins through the pain, exhilaration thrumming through him. He hasn't felt like this in years, maybe ever. Anissa pushes him. And he loves it.
"Is this what you do ?" He taunts, dodging a strike. "Go around, picking fights with men stronger than you ?" He says. Anissa grins wicked, knowing smile.
"Only the worthy ones." She retorts.
"I am worthy." Homelander chuckles darkly.
"Prove it." Anissa licks her lips, eyes glinting.
And the fight rages on, with every blow, with every collision, the line between violence and desire thins.
Cities crumble in their wake. The news cameras barely keep up with the flashes of destruction, skyscrapers toppling, streets turning into craters, people dying in real-time. And yet, for the two fighting, it's just foreplay.
They smash through a commercial airliner, bodies bursting like overripe fruit as they rip through the fuselage. Homelander barely registers the hundreds of passengers screaming before the plane explodes behind them.
"Oops." Anissa laughs stopping for a moment.
"That one's on you." Homelander smirks.
The fight takes them to another city Denver, maybe ? It doesn't matter. Buildings crumble like sandcastles, dust and fire filling the air.
Then, the heroes arrive.
A coalition of American Supes, that Vought have to offer. Their voices boom through loudspeakers, calling for evacuation, trying to manage the catastrophe and get credits.
And then they see her. The supe already terrified pee on themselves at the sight of Homelander and Anissa.
Anissa stands on the wreckage of a hospital, hands on her hips, utterly unbothered by the devastation she's caused. She turns her head, watching the approaching Supes with little interest. Homelander sighs, running a hand through his bloodied hair.
"Stand down! You're endangering millions-" The leader of group Blue Hawk points at them.
Anissa doesn't let him finish. She blurs forward and punches straight through his chest.
For a brief moment, his eyes widen, mouth opening in shock. Then she rips her arm free, spine and lungs dangling from her grip.
The others freeze. She groans, shaking the blood off her hand.
"Is everyone so weak on this planet." She complains.
A speedster moves, Mister Marathon trying to flank her she grabs him by the wrist, twists, and his entire body spirals apart like a disassembled toy.
Another Supe, a telekinetic, levitates nearby trying to fly away, hands glowing as he tries to throw a bus at her to slow her down.
Anissa grins. She lunges into the crowd, tearing into them like a wolf in a henhouse.
One Supe tries to blast her with energy beams she simply claps her hands together, the resulting shockwave popping his skull like a balloon.
Another, a woman with diamond skin lands a solid punch to Anissa's face. It actually makes her stagger a little. Anissa turns to her, intrigued.
"Oh, you've got some grit." She muses.
Then she reaches into the woman's mouth, grips her upper jaw and tears her head apart like she's peeling an orange.
Homelander laughs, watching the carnage unfold.
"Oh, come on." He taunts the remaining Supes. "You thought you could keep up with us ?"
He made sure the Seven didn't get involved im this fight. The Deep and A-Train the only one on the field, helping civilians while Maeve and Starlight are keeping the President safe. As for Black Noir he's doing god knows what.
A young man, barely entering puberty stumbles back, horrified. He looks up at Homelander with wide, pleading eyes.
"P-please !" He stammers. "Save us H-"
Anissa grabs him by the throat.
She studies his frightened expression, her eyes mocking. Then, slowly, she lifts him into the air like a child examining an insect.
"Humans really are fragile, aren't they ?" She hums and tightens her grip.
"You gonna kill that one, or what ?" Homelander raises a brow. and Anissa smirks.
Then with a wet rip, she tears his head from his shoulders. Blood sprays across the wreckage.
She grips the severed head by the hair and then, with a flick of her wrist, she hurls it at Homelander. The head slams into his cheek like a cannonball.
"That got your attention." Anissa says smirking arrogantly.
Homelander wipes a smear of blood from his face, then grins. "Oh, baby.. " He says, eyes glowing. "you have no idea what you just started." He adds.
He unleashes his heat vision. The beams carve through the improvised battlefield, vaporizing what's left of the Supes trying to interfere. They simply get reduced to ash.
The earth itself melts in his path, the road turning into a pool of molten slag.
"Mmm. Finally." Anissa moans, stretching her arms and tanking the thick beam.
She launches herself at him. And the fight resume. The casualties are beyond counting.
And yet, neither of them cares. What are human lives in the face of their power ?
Eventually, they reach the desert somewhere in the vast, barren stretches of the American Southwest. The remnants of civilization are long behind them, the only sounds now are the howling winds and the occasional thunderous crash as they trade blows, shattering the very earth beneath them.
The Air Force deploys a fleet of fighter jets, sleek and armed to the teeth. A fleet of F-22 Raptors cuts through the sky, forming a deadly perimeter around them. Homing in on the two superhumans as they exchange blows.
"Targets locked. " A pilot says, voice strained as he tracks their movements when they finally slow down.
"Fire at will. " Comes the command.
Missiles launch in unison, streaking toward her and Anissa yawns.
At the last second, she vanishes, reappearing behind the lead jet. Before the pilot can react, her fist slams through the cockpit, crushing him against the seat in a wet explosion of gore. She rips out the ejection seat pilot still strapped in and hurls it at another jet, sending it crashing.
One by one, she tears them apart. Wings are ripped off like paper. Cockpits are crushed in her grip. A jet attempts to escape, afterburners roaring, but she flies straight through it, bisecting it.
Below, tanks roll into position. Artillery cannons adjust their angles. Hundreds of soldiers take aim, fingers tight on the triggers.
"Fire everything !"
Explosions engulf the sky as every weapon is unleashed at once at her. For a moment, it looks like hell itself has opened up. Then the smoke clears. Anissa stands unscathed.
"Pathetic." She says then, she moves.
The first tank is crushed between her palms like a beer can. The second, she lifts it into the air before throwing it at a line of artillery. A tank fires at point-blank range. Anissa simply catches the shell mid-air and shoves it down the barrel of another tank. The explosion tears through the metal husk.
"You're not even trying to stop me!" She shouts as Homelander watches from above.
A nuclear missile launches from a hidden silo, its payload carrying the last desperate hope of the Russian government desperate to kill her, uncaring of the diplomatic implication of that intercontinental missile. Anissa finally pauses, watching the missile approach.
The explosion is cataclysmic. The ground rips apart. A blinding white flash consumes the horizon. A mushroom cloud rises.
Then, from the burning core of the nuclear storm, Anissa walks out. Unscathed. Smirking. Looking at the equally uninjured Homelander.
Homelander's suit is in tatters his cape burned away, his once-pristine uniform reduced to little more than shredded fabric clinging to his muscular frame. His face is streaked with blood, some of it his.
Anissa isn't much better off. Her suit is torn exposing her large breasts, her once-flawless form now covered in bruises and streaks of dust and blood. But if anything, she looks more alive than ever.
She licks her lips, her eyes glowing with something that isn't just bloodlust anymore.
"You.. " She starts, her chest rising and falling as she circles him. "You've exceeded my expectations, Homelander." Anissa says joyfully. She stalks closer, her stance predatory.
"I was sent here to evaluate the strongest of your kind." She says as her gaze rakes over his body, her smirk deepening.
"To see if you were worthy." She continues.
"Worthy of what ?" Homelander raises a brow.
"To reproduce with me." She admits as her smile turns wild. Homelander falters in surprise, not expecting that at all. It's brief but Anissa sees it.
She laughs, stepping closer, her hand trailing over his exposed chest, tracing the fresh bruises.
"You're strong. Far stronger than I expected." She murmurs, her fingers tighten slightly, nails digging into his skin. "And strength is all that matters." She concludes.
"You know, most people buy me dinner first." Homelander swallows, his smirk back in place as he dick starts twitching.
"Your planet's customs are irrelevant." Anissa answers not getting the joke.
"You and I, we're going to mate, it's inevitable." Her eyes burn with a hunger deeper than mere violence. Her other hand grips his wrist, her strength undeniable.
"You will give me what I want, Homelander." Anissa says coldly, stating an absolute truth. His smirk widen, his own grip tightening around her waist.
Anissa stands before him, her chest rising and falling in steady, deliberate breaths. Her dark eyes gleam with something beyond mere satisfaction. A predator acknowledging another of its kind.
"You're worthy. " She declares, her voice thick with approval, but there's more beneath it something deeper, something inevitable.
"I've fought countless men across so many worlds. None of them could withstand me. But you.." She steps forward, tilting her head, her lips curling in a smirk. "You thrill me." She admits.
Homelander watches her, the last of his adrenaline-fueled rage shifting into desire. Her fists slamming into him, his lasers carving through the air toward her unrelenting form. She is not just an opponent. She is his equal in strength.
"You came all this way, just to challenge me ?" He asks, voice low, teasing.
"I came for more than that." Anissa corrects.
"Oh, you think you owe me ?" Homelander laughs, deep and knowing.
In a blur of movement, he has her pinned against the cracked earth, his hands gripping her wrists, their faces inches apart. Anissa only grins. She could break free. They both know it. But she doesn't. Instead, she leans in, her breath hot against his skin.
"Yes. " She purrs, provoking him.
Homelander push her down hard, her body impacting the ground and denting it as he lays on top of her.
He pushes himself into her. She groans out but it's muffled because her face is buried in his neck. She's very tight; she's like a clamp. But she's also very wet from all the fighting they did.
Homelander begins to rock his hips, slamming into hers, forcing her deep into the ground with reckless abandon, knowing she can takes his strength and don't break.
The desert trembles beneath them, grains of sand whipping into the air, caught in the sheer force of their movements. Their naked bodies colliding with brutal intensity generating shockwave.
Her pussy is clenching down around his dick like a fist, her juices slicking him like a wet, warm hug but Anissa fights him every step of the way.
When Homelander presses her into the shattered earth, pinning her beneath him ramming his cock and bottoming out in her pussy kissing her womb, she growls in defiance, her legs wrapping around his waist with a grip like a steel trap.
With a powerful twist, she flips them, straddling him with the same arrogance she'd worn throughout their fight.
She smirks down at him, her hair wild, her body gleaming with exertion as she rises up and down, using his dick like a toy for her pleasure.
"I lead. " She purrs, her hands pressing against his chest, her nails digging into his skin just enough to break it. "That's how this works." She says. Homelander laughs, a low, breathy sound that sends a shiver through her.
"Oh, you think so ?" He retorts.
In a blur of motion, he reverses back their positions, driving her back down into the ground. The impact alone sends cracks through the desert floor, forming an ever-widening crater beneath them.
Homelander have a sly smile on his face as the electrified pussy contracts tightly around his meat, as if it doesn't want him to slip out of her.
Anissa snarls in frustration, but there's something else there too, exhilaration. She likes that he won't just let her win. That he's still pushing, still proving himself to be worthy as he's stirring her insides with circular motions while balls deep in her.
She shoves against him, twisting her hips, and for a moment, she's on top again, grinding him down into the dust, her eyes blazing with something triumphant.
The milky pale boobs looking stunning as they flops up and down as her womanly figure push on him. Homelander grips her ass, his fingers bruising her. As Anissa is biting her bottom lip that's trembling as her pussy coats his fascinating dick in her cream whenever she almost pulls out before taking him back fully in her glorious cunt while he maintains his barrage of thrusts.
"Not for long." He warns her, letting her ride him for a few minutes.
Shockwaves ripples outward each times her ass is brought back down. The desert transforms beneath them, the once-flat terrain now a scarred and broken expanse of rock and sand.
He turns the table again, his fingers intertwining with her own and holding them above her head. This style of missionary feels so intimate and alien to her, Anissa stares strangely in his eyes only to meet with Homelander's pair of determined blue eyes.
Lifting her head of the ground to initiate a kiss, one that she can't resist from the sheer passion exuding from the both of them. Their chemistry is simply perfect.
They both lets out a heavy sigh as Homelander's large cock massages her insides with every slamming thrust, silently gasping into his mouth with his lips rubbing over hers. The way that his hard as a rock tip collides with her womb at the apex of his hard-hitting shoves left Anissa trembling from the magnetic feeling. Her seduction repeatedly coaxing him and pulling him further in as Homelander can't contain himself any longer, in the throes of passion he rocket his manly length that thrusted in and out again fervently.
"You like that, Anissa ?!" He grunts, eyes closing temporarily as he shut them as it feels like every one of his veins are popping as his hips starts to reach blistering speeds, breaking the sound barriers as he crashes into her with vicious, havoc-wreaking thrusts that are pounding into her so hard that her lily white ass is coming off the ground as they clap together in their sweaty lewd entangle.
Something sexually profound started to seize control of Anissa's entire body. Homelander can tell that she's on the harbor of her orgasm, and he pumps in and out of her furiously as he grunt animalistically. Anissa's eyes look alive with arousal as his meaty ball sack flops against her ass, her legs tensing up, lifting into the air at the strokes that are hitting a specifically sensitive area that is sending her spiraling into ecstasy.
Homelander bends his head down and with the aid of his tongue, capture a mouthful of the viltrumite woman's jiggling breast. Moist pair of lips caressing her nipple and beginning to audibly suckle.
His dick continues to pump in and out of her, his balls dangling as the hot fluid started working its way up towards his long shaft.
Homelander scoops her up from the back of her head and plant a possessive kiss on her lips, sucking on her tongue, their saliva mixing as their sexual collision left her voluptuousness pinned on all sides and edges. Her fluttering walls splashing her vaginal release all over his penis that's swinging into her split open hole like a pickaxe, making him grunt like a wild beast as his hands clenches the back of her neck.
He slam forward one final time and ejaculate harder than he's ever has before. It sends a deep tremor through, a final, cataclysmic reminder of their power.
Anissa's eyes widen as she feels the vehement release of cum ejecting from his beautiful cock, having not expected him to produce so much. Her fingernails clutching at the round butt pumping between her thighs.
Backed up semen spray audibly inside of her as Anissa's thighs squishes together as she lock them around his hips, using her viltrumite strength to make sure his dick stay inside. Her spasming pussy milking him. His cock pushing deeper into her cervix and firing a second load of sperm into her womb, even thicker and longer than the first.
The divine feeling of her pussy bumps twisting around his huge cock having them glued together.
They remained locked together like that for several moments as his ejaculation is lasting far longer than he'd ever remembered it being until eventually, Anissa is filled to the brim with his thick sperm.
They lay there in the aftermath, tangled together at the bottom of the massive crater the nuclear warhead and their coupling has created.
Anissa exhales, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasms. Her fingers trailing down Homelander's chest.
"Now that, was a glorious battle." She says, massaging his balls, her womanly needs satisfied.
Homelander smirks, one arm draped over his forehead while the other fondles her generous breast as he stares up at the darkened sky.
"Told you, I always win. " He says, voice smug but satisfied too.
"We'll see. I'll be back, it might takes more than one try. " Anissa announces and she chuckles, starting to fly totally naked and ready to leave.
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Couldn't help it. It's been in my mind for a while. Invincible stopped airing and I feel an emptiness in me !
Anyway might be the last chapter for a while, truly this time.
I can't fucking stand my boss 🤣 so I'm looking for something else so I'll be busy.