Leaving Earth part 4 (R-18+)

William continued to watch as Kara almost choked on the overabundance of juices flowing from Zatanna but managed to hold out until the last drop and gulped the last of it down before showing Zatanna her tongue causing the sorceress to blush as she didn't think she would cum so much and was slightly embarrassed!

Kara leaned back and spread her legs showing Zatanna her Kryptonian pussy which was sparkling with wetness, she gestured with her fingers to Zatanna and pointed at her pussy and Zatanna began to crawl on all fours toward Kara and she began to plant magic infused kisses on her thick thighs each one moving closer to her pussy before she planted a magical kiss directly on her clitoris causing Kara's eyes to flare with red energy out of sheer pleasure.

Zatanna was abusing her magical nature to abuse Kara in revenge for the latter abusing her physical superiority over her, causing a sadistic smile to form on Zatanna's face as she waved her hands, forming deep purple sigils in the air.

"RATTLE, RATTLE, RATTLE!" 

Magical chains wrapped around Kara's arms and legs and seemed to sap her of her physical strength surprising Kara who attempted to struggle free, the attempt to escape seemed to excite Zatanna and she began trailing her magical infused fingers along the length of Kara's luscious body, each pulse of magic sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Kara that caused her tongue to fly out of her mouth as a pleasure-mad look appeared on her face.

Kara's eyes darted all over the place before settling on the crack in the door and using a controlled blast of air to open it completely revealing William on the other side with his cock already standing at full attention and stunning the latter.

Zatanna was unaware of the person behind the door as she was hyper focused on the tasty pussy before her as her tongue was finally exploring her depths with magic being used to extend the length of her tongue.

"HAH, HAH, HAH!" Losing herself to the madness, Kara's breathing increased in pace, and she began to grind her hips along Zatanna's face.

"AAAHHH!" Kara let out a scream as a stream of juices poured into Zatanna's mouth, causing the latter to choke and the rest of the juices to flow on her face, leaving Zatanna wet afterward.

William approached from behind as Zatanna's position left her luscious ass up in the air and he positioned his throbbing cock between her legs which finally caught her attention and eliciting a gasp from her as his cock penetrated her depths, "Darling mmmm harder!" Zatanna's words were initially endearingly wholesome before becoming lewd the strange combination somehow causing William's dick to twitch within Zatanna as he began pushing deeper!

"PAH!" He thrust his hips, and their skin slapped together, leaving Zatanna unable to maintain her upright posture and fell face first onto Kara's pussy.

"LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK!" 

Zatanna furiously assaulted Kara's pussy with her tongue as William once again prepared to thrust his hips and his manhood into Zatanna's magical depths.

"PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH, PAH!" William began drilling into Zatanna like a machine whose sole purpose was to pump Zatanna full of his meat, causing a cacophony of moans to leak from the open door and down the elevator shaft, where the sound finally dissipated.

Kara's mind was gone and she couldn't even physically struggle from the constant orgasms she was experiencing and when she finally collapsed William released his seed deep within Zatanna's pussy and causing it to overflow as they stood there and embraced each other ending the event with a kiss as they laid down on the bed and took a nap after such a workout.

William awoke feeling lighter than ever, as though every burden had been lifted from his shoulders. A deep, satisfied exhale left his lips as the residual warmth of the bed wrapped around him like a comforting embrace. There was no tension in his muscles, no lingering exhaustion, just pure, unfiltered relaxation.

A slight movement beside him drew his attention. The soft rustling of sheets accompanied Kara's slow, languid stretch. Her toned body arched with feline grace, and William couldn't help but admire the way her curves moved beneath the morning light streaming through the room. The golden glow of the sun kissed her flawless skin, highlighting the effortless beauty that had left him in a daze more times than he could count.

Before he could fully process the sight, another movement caught his eye. Zatanna, still half-draped in the sheets, stretched much like a cat, her arms extending forward as her back arched, drawing attention to the alluring curve of her form. With a playful smirk, she shifted, deliberately positioning herself in a way that sent a clear message, her backside pointed teasingly in his direction. A low chuckle rumbled in William's chest as he watched her crawl off the bed, her every movement exuding the effortless confidence that had always made her captivating.

"You're doing that on purpose," William mused, his voice still thick with sleep.

Zatanna glanced over her shoulder, flashing him a mischievous wink. "Maybe," she purred before disappearing into the bathroom.

Kara, who had just finished her stretch, turned toward William, her bright blue eyes filled with warmth. Without a word, she leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his cheek, her lips like the whisper of a promise. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a pleasant warmth spreading through his chest.

"I'm going to freshen up," she murmured, following after Zatanna into the bathroom.

William exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair as he lay there for a moment longer, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. He could hear the faint sound of water running, along with soft giggles from within the bathroom. The thought of what might be happening behind that door sent a surge of anticipation through him, but he resisted the urge to investigate.

Instead, he waited patiently, closing his eyes until the sound of the door creaking open drew his attention. When he looked up, his breath hitched.

Kara stepped out first, her pristine white superhero suit clinging to her figure like a second skin, accentuating every toned muscle and perfect curve. The fabric shimmered slightly in the light, emphasizing the regal yet powerful presence she carried so effortlessly.

And then came Zatanna.

She was dressed in an ensemble that was nothing short of mesmerizing, a lacy black outfit that hugged her in all the right places, accentuating the seductive lines of her body. Her long, toned legs were wrapped in signature fishnet stockings, the delicate pattern drawing William's gaze down to the heels that gave her an added air of authority and temptation.

William let out a low whistle, his eyes flickering between them. "I don't know if I should be amazed or concerned," he admitted with a smirk.

Zatanna smirked back, striding toward him with a sway in her hips. "Good. That means we're doing something right."

Kara chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Come on, we've got things to do. You can stare later."

William ran a hand down his face, shaking his head with a grin. "You two are going to be the death of me."

Zatanna leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "We'll try to make it an enjoyable demise."

With that, the two walked past him, leaving William sitting there, utterly and hopelessly enthralled.

William stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body, washing away the remnants of the previous night's indulgence. He exhaled slowly, feeling utterly refreshed as he ran a hand through his damp hair. With a flicker of will, his body shimmered, drying itself instantly. His outfit materialized around him, woven from pure Willpower, it manifested as a sleek green shirt and dark jeans, fitting him perfectly. Practical yet stylish.

Satisfied, he stepped out of his room, careful not to disturb the tranquil atmosphere of the ship. The soft hum of the Harbinger of Ruin's engines resonated through the halls as he made his way to the elevator, the doors sliding open with a gentle hiss.

As he descended to the main floor, an alert flashed across his vision, an external presence had been detected. A mental image formed in his mind: a white-haired man clad in a blue-and-white suit stood atop the mansion, arms crossed, his sharp eyes locked onto the massive spaceship before him.

Quicksilver.

"She's in there... She has to be."

Pietro Maximoff had scoured every inch of the mansion at speeds no normal person could track, only to find it empty. The colossal ship looming in the backyard was the only logical place left to search.

His foot tapped impatiently against the rooftop as he calculated his next move. Then, opportunity struck.

The ship's entrance hissed open, revealing the dimly lit interior. That was all the invitation he needed.

With a burst of speed, Quicksilver moved. The world blurred around him as he crossed the yard in an instant, leaping off a tree to propel himself into the ship. The moment he landed inside, his sharp gaze locked onto his target.

William stood there. Unmoving.

Perfect.

Rage flared in Pietro's chest at the sight of the man who had taken his sister. Without hesitation, he charged, fists flying in a blinding flurry of hyper-accelerated strikes. Each punch cracked through the air, aimed to batter William before he even realized what hit him.

Almost there!

And yet, something was wrong.

As the final blow neared its mark, Pietro noticed something that sent a chill down his spine.

William's eyes were moving.

They weren't unfocused. They weren't lagging behind his speed. No, William was tracking him perfectly.

Time seemed to slow even further as panic clawed at Pietro's chest. That's impossible.

His instincts screamed at him to flee. He tried to dash past William and deeper into the ship—he had to find his sister. But before he could react—

"POW!"

A sudden force struck him like a thunderbolt.

In a single, fluid motion, William moved faster than Pietro had ever seen. His arm snapped out with inhuman speed, clotheslining the speedster mid-stride. The impact was brutal.

"CLANG!"

Quicksilver's body crashed into the metal wall of the corridor, leaving a dent before he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

William exhaled, lowering his arm. He stared at Pietro's unmoving form with a raised brow, then sighed.

"I swear, people never learn."

He cracked his neck and turned toward the control panel, his Willpower-crafted outfit glowing faintly under the ship's lights. This was shaping up to be an interesting day.

William exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable as he crouched down and grabbed Quicksilver's limp body by the back of his suit. With little effort, he hoisted the unconscious speedster over his shoulder and carried him through the sleek corridors of the Harbinger of Ruin. His boots barely made a sound against the polished floors as he moved with a steady, measured pace.

Arriving at Wanda's chamber, he stepped inside, his sharp eyes scanning the serene figure resting on the bed. Without hesitation, he unceremoniously dropped Pietro onto the floor with a soft thud.

He lingered for a moment, watching as Wanda's eyelids twitched. She was beginning to stir. William wasn't in the mood for whatever emotional outburst she'd have upon waking.

With a flick of his wrist, the walls of the chamber became enveloped in a shifting, red-tinged fog. The energy pulsed softly, binding itself into the structure of the room. This wasn't just any ordinary barrier, it was a seal designed to suppress reality manipulation, ensuring that even if Wanda woke up angry, she wouldn't be warping anything without his say-so.

Satisfied, he turned and stepped out, sealing the door behind him before making his way toward the elevator.

The lift hummed softly as it descended, opening onto the main floor. William strode through the corridors, his eyes set on his destination, the Harbinger's command center.

The cockpit was nothing short of magnificent. The walls were lined with control panels pulsing with alien energy, glowing faintly in hues of blue and silver. At the heart of the room, situated on an elevated platform, was the throne, a singular seat of power, carved from living stone, its veins of deep crimson light pulsing in rhythm with the ship's core.

As William approached, the throne responded, descending smoothly to his height. He sat down, feeling the stone shift beneath him, adjusting to his form in a way that was both alien and strangely natural.

Just as the throne returned to its original position, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the room.

Peter rushed in, drenched in sweat, followed closely by Ben, who carried a much calmer presence.

William smirked as he leaned back against the throne, fingers tapping lazily against its armrest.

"You ready to see space?" he asked, his tone both casual and teasing.

Peter wiped his forehead, still catching his breath. Then, his grin widened. "Hell yeah."

William nodded in satisfaction, but his gaze shifted to Ben, whose expression wasn't nearly as enthusiastic.

Ben let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer to stay on Earth," he admitted. His voice was warm, but there was a hint of sadness in it. "It's where my life is, you know? And, well…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "I think I'm a little too old for something this exciting."

Despite his lighthearted words, he reached out, clasping Peter's shoulder firmly before locking eyes with William.

"I'm counting on you two to look after each other," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And come back to visit, will you?"

There was a brief silence before William gave him a rare, genuine nod.

"We will," Peter added softly, gripping Ben's arm for reassurance.

A few minutes later, the three of them stood outside the mansion. The air was crisp, and the night sky stretched infinitely above them. The massive ship loomed overhead, its engines beginning to hum with power.

Ben took a step back, lifting a hand in farewell. "You two be careful out there."

William and Peter exchanged a glance before stepping onto the ascending ramp. As the Harbinger of Ruin lifted off the ground, the engines roared to life, sending waves of displaced air rippling through the yard.

Ben watched as the ship soared higher and higher, a bittersweet smile on his face.

Then, with a final surge of power, the ship vanished into the sky.