Leaving Earth part 6 (R-18+)

William laid back on a rock formation that he reshaped to look like a chair for him to sit as Myrina continued to bury her face in William's crotch bobbing up and down on his cock.

She was looking up into his face her golden brown eyes glowing with desire as she was finally free to do as she wanted with whom she wanted, "GLUK, GLUK, GLUK, GAG!" William thrust his hips subconsciously as he sent a jet of cum shooting into Myrina's mouth which she swallowed whole in order to savor every drop.

Leaning back, Myrina fixed William with a predatory gaze, her golden-brown eyes smoldering with unrestrained hunger. Slowly, deliberately, she curled her index finger, beckoning him closer like a lioness inviting her prey into her grasp. A slow smirk played at the corner of her lips, daring him to accept her silent challenge.

William, without hesitation, dropped onto all fours, his movements fluid yet commanding. The space between them disappeared in an instant as he seized her legs, his grip firm, undeniable. With a single, powerful pull, he dragged her closer, the sudden force stealing a sharp gasp from her lips. For a warrior as ancient and formidable as Myrina, one who had bested armies, shattered foes, and remained untamed for centuries, the sensation of being manhandled sent a thrilling jolt through her spine. Her pulse quickened.

Her breath hitched as he reached for the straps of her tight leather armor, his fingers grazing the heated skin beneath. He peeled the material away agonizingly slow, revealing inch by inch of her sculpted, battle-honed body, every curve an exquisite blend of strength and sin. The firelight flickered against her bare skin, tracing golden highlights along her toned stomach, her full, inviting curves, the sleek lines of her long, powerful legs.

Myrina's thighs flexed, then tightened around his waist, an unspoken challenge wrapped in desire. With one swift motion, she pulled him down to her, her breath hot against his lips. Their gazes locked for a heartbeat, an unspoken battle of dominance, before she claimed his mouth, her soft lips crashing onto his. The moment he met her kiss, she parted her lips, welcoming his tongue with a slow, deliberate hunger. A deep, primal growl rumbled in William's chest as he pressed into her, both warriors locked in a battle far different from any they had fought before.

William played along with Myrina's challenge, allowing her the illusion of control for a fleeting moment. Their fingers intertwined, muscles tensing as they grappled for dominance. The air between them crackled with heat, their bodies pressed close, lips fused in a battle just as fierce as the clash of their locked hands. Tongues met, tangled, and warred for supremacy, neither willing to yield so easily.

Yet, slowly, inevitably, William's superior strength asserted itself. With fluid ease, he forced her arms back, his grip firm but measured, pinning her wrists above her head with a single hand. A flicker of surprise crossed Myrina's golden-brown eyes, quickly replaced by smoldering anticipation. The Amazonian warrior, so used to overpowering others, found herself at his mercy, and the realization sent a dangerous thrill coursing through her veins.

His free hand moved with agonizing slowness, fingers gliding over the smooth, battle-honed curves of her body. Every touch was a calculated torment, a whisper of sensation that left trails of fire in its wake. When his fingers traced the soft swell of her breasts, a sharp gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it.

William's touch was maddeningly gentle, a stark contrast to the raw strength he held her with. His fingers circled around her taut, sensitive peaks, teasing them with deliberate care. Myrina's breath hitched, her body betraying her despite her iron will. A flush of heat crept across her cheeks, a reaction beyond her control, a loss of composure that both frustrated and exhilarated her.

His fingers trailed lower, dancing over the tight ridges of her sculpted abdomen, tracing the dips and curves of a body forged through centuries of battle. When he reached her navel, he paused, teasing the delicate indent with featherlight strokes, each touch sending another jolt of electricity down her spine. Myrina's lips parted, a sound caught between a sigh and a moan slipping free, unbidden.

For all her strength, for all her pride, she was unraveling beneath him, and she knew he could feel it.

At some point William had released her lips and had begun to nibble on her neck sending an unprecedented level of pleasure surging through her spine and releasing a moan into his ear before a jet of liquid squirts from Myrina's pussy.

Staring at the liquid that shot out of her, Myrina's eyes went wide, and her entire body began turning red in embarrassment.

Licking his lips, William began kissing her collar bone and her shoulder before wrapping his lips around her erect nipple and gently pulling on it.

"AAHHH!" Myrina trembled in response, making him more confident in his actions.

Myrina's golden-brown eyes widened as William lowered his head once more, his two-toned hair falling into view like a shadow and light entwined. Her breath hitched, anticipation curling in her stomach as his lips brushed against her most sensitive spot. A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her entire body tensing at the unexpected jolt of pleasure that surged through her nerves like a lightning strike.

Her fingers instinctively wove into his hair, gripping tight, as though anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation. The first gentle flick of his tongue sent a shudder racing up her spine, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. The world around her faded, drowned out by the slow, torturous waves of pleasure that pulsed through her like a drumbeat in the dark.

William moved with deliberate precision, every touch calculated yet unbearably gentle, igniting something primal within her. A tremor ran through her thighs as she clenched them around his head, pressing him closer, needing more. Her breaths came quicker, shallower, a symphony of gasps and sighs escaping her lips as a fire she had never known consumed her from within.

Then, just as she thought she could endure no more, a sudden jolt, something foreign, something electrifying, rippled through her. A subtle, green arc of energy pulsed from William's touch, sinking deep into her core, amplifying everything tenfold. Her entire body tensed, her back arching like a bow drawn tight as the sensation built higher and higher, until—

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Her voice rang out, raw and unrestrained, as a wave of release crashed over her, sending her spiraling into oblivion and a stream of juices into Williams mouth. A shuddering breath left her lips as she collapsed against the rock beneath her, chest rising and falling rapidly, her limbs weak with the aftermath.

Before she could fully recover, William was already moving, his lips trailing upward, kissing his way over her skin, leaving a scorching path in his wake. When he finally reached her mouth, she didn't hesitate, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, hungry kiss. Their lips met once more, the heat between them far from fading, only stoked further by the fire that had already begun to consume them both.

Soon their lips parted and she gazed longingly into William's eyes before her luscious and succulent lips parted, "Make love to me master!" She said with her gaze locked onto William's and he began lining up his massive throbbing cock to her untouched entrance which was still slick with a combination of saliva and her own juices.

"Are you ready?" he asked as his cock throbbed and pulsed against her entrance in a teasing way.

She reacted with a seductive nod, he body bracing her the sudden onset of uncontrollable pleasure she was sure to feel.

"SLLKK... POP!" His cock met with a resistance before his girth pushed through her ancient hymen and he could feel blood begin to well up around his cock and he was about to pull out but Myrina wasn't having it and wrapped both her arms and legs around William refusing to let him budge without taking her with him.

"SLLK, SLLK, SLLK, SLLK!" William's cock continued to saw inside of her as her insides adapted for the first time to a cock unfortunately for her the cock in question was massive and the pain was massive, however.

"This is nothing. I've been tortured by Granny Goodness after all!" She thought to herself as the pain began to slowly subside in exchange for a cacophony of pleasure that swept her like a tide.

William slowly increased the pace as he now thrust his cock inside her completely forcing a gasp from Myrina's lips as his cock pressed against her cervix again and again, her tongue left her mouth as she let out a scream and a jet of liquid sprayed around William's cock as he continued thrust inside her the mixed juices forming a puddle beneath the couple.

"HNNNN!" William grunts as he reached the point of no return and his cock began to twitch and pulse with greater intensity inside her causing her mind to go blank in pleasure, it was all she could do to hold on for dear life with all of her limbs wrapping around William.

"SLAP, SLAP, HAAAA!" A couple of extra hard thrusts and a grunt of pleasure was heard as he shot his cum deep inside her pussy and filled her womb with his seed.

[System message - Despite Zeus' hatred for William, the goddesses Aphrodite and Hera have granted him a small boon. This reward is for his successful rescue of an Amazon from the new god Darkseid, as well as for the potential proliferation of new Amazons in a different universe. This effort may help save them from extinction in case of a disaster within the DC multiverse.]

[Boon - Blessing of Love and Marriage - A unified blessing that strengthens the bonds of love between the user and their partners, allowing them to channel his strength once marriage is achieved.]

[System message - The goddess Aphrodite and Hera have drawn their gazes onto you for different reasons!]

Ignoring these messages William continued to thrust his cock into Myrina's pussy which was filled with a mixture of cum oozing around his girth, "PAH, PAH, PAH!" 

William picked up Myrina and slammed her back into a nearby rock wall, creating spiderweb cracks throughout its structure as his cock continued to furiously saw inside the Amazonian.

Lost in the pleasure Myrina could only continue to hold onto William and hope he wouldnt drop her as wave after wave of pleasure continued to assault her mind.

By this time William had cum inside of her four times and painted every inch of her insides with his seed.

He eventually had his fill and was beginning to feel drained so he removed his cock from her pussy which immediately began to drip with their juices.

Myrina struggled to lift her head and meet his gaze with her golden-brown eyes before she seemed to lose consciousness and fell into his arms. 

"Aww, she is all tuckered out!" he joked, but he laid her down gently, ensuring her head rested on his lap like a pillow as he sat there and waited. 

A few hours passed while William recovered his stamina from their earlier intimate encounter. Soon, Myrina's bright golden-brown eyes shot open. She looked around, as if expecting the pleasure from before to have been merely a dream. But when she saw William's face, she flushed red. Without saying a word, she pressed her face against his chest.

"You know I'm yours now, right?" Her muffled voice came from where she was buried in his chest. "You had best take responsibility!" She looked up into William's eyes, which met her gaze with fiery determination. Then he sealed her lips with a kiss, giving her the answer she wanted.

As they walked, Myrina wrapped her arms around William's, pressing herself close. The warmth of her body against his was undeniable, her perfectly sculpted form molding against him with effortless grace. She moved with the confidence of a warrior, yet in this moment, there was something softer, an unspoken trust, a quiet surrender to the connection they now shared.

Their clothes soon came into view, scattered remnants of the passion they had indulged in. Without a word, they dressed, their movements slow but purposeful. William's eyes lingered on Myrina, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as she adjusted her attire with the same precision she would a battle-worn set of armor.

Then, turning to her, he extended a hand. "Come with me." His voice was steady, commanding, yet laced with something deeper, a promise.

Myrina didn't hesitate. She reached out, fingers intertwining with his as he lifted a double-ended spear. With a swift motion, he thrust the weapon forward, puncturing the very fabric of reality. A dense crimson mist coiled from the wound in space, swirling like a living entity, forming a portal that pulsed with raw energy. Beyond it lay a destination unknown, shrouded in mystery.

She could have questioned him. She could have hesitated. But she did neither. Instead, she stepped forward, her grip tightening around his hand as they crossed the threshold together. The portal snapped shut behind them, the void swallowing any trace of their passage.

Yet, in their wake, something profound began to unfold.

Where they had stood moments before, a miniature city shimmered into existence, delicate yet unyielding. Fine cracks spiderwebbed across the transparent dome that encased it, a prison disguised as preservation. Then, as if in response to an unseen command—

"SHATTER!"

The device suppressing the city's size splintered apart, its hold over the metropolis dissolving in an instant. Gravity seized the liberated structure, and like a falling star, it plummeted toward the surface of the alien world below.

A heartbeat later, Kandor expanded, not gradually, but explosively, reclaiming its true scale in the blink of an eye. Towers that had once fit within a bottle now loomed toward the heavens, streets once confined now stretched endlessly. The Kryptonians, long imprisoned by Brainiac's cold calculations, stood in stunned silence, their eyes adjusting to the vastness of their restored home.

Then, realization struck.

The hush shattered, replaced by an uproar of jubilant voices. A cacophony of cheers, unrestrained and euphoric, filled the air as the Kryptonian prisoners turned free citizens celebrated their long-awaited liberation. Their chains, invisible but suffocating, had been broken at last.

As William and Myrina stepped through the portal, they emerged into the heart of the Harbinger of Ruin, his war cruiser. The air hummed with a quiet menace, the ship's dark metal walls reflecting the flickering lights of the vast control panels. But they weren't alone.

A group of women, their gazes sharp and laden with barely concealed irritation, immediately noticed Myrina's arm wrapped around William's. The sight was enough to ignite a flicker of jealousy in their eyes, a quiet tension that simmered in the air between them. They stepped forward in unison, their movements swift and purposeful, and in an instant, Myrina was pulled away, disappearing into the depths of the ship without a word.

William stood there for a moment, watching the women vanish, a slight sigh escaping his lips. It was clear they had their own plans for Myrina, but he wasn't one to intervene just yet. Instead, he made his way toward the bay, his boots echoing off the steel floors of the cruiser.

Inside, Pietro and Wanda sat in opposite corners, their eyes alight with the weight of recent events. As the door slid open, the two of them stiffened, immediately shifting into defensive stances, eyes narrowing at the newcomer. But the instant they recognized William, their tension relaxed, their memories of being effortlessly defeated by him keeping them in check.

William gave them a nod, his tone casual but firm. "I'm leaving Earth, and I'd be more than happy to take you both back. That said, I wouldn't mind having more company on the journey."

Pietro was the first to respond, looking at his sister with a sigh. "I want to return to the ground," he admitted, his voice tinged with discomfort. "I can't be without something under my feet." His confession was blunt, but there was an honesty to it, one that William understood completely.

Then William turned to Wanda. Their gazes met, and for a brief moment, she shyly looked away. A blush crept across her cheeks, but she steadied herself and spoke, her voice soft but determined. "I'd like to explore the universe with you, if that's okay…" The words hung in the air between them, a quiet invitation wrapped in unspoken hope.

William's expression softened, and he nodded in agreement. "Of course," he said simply, his tone warm but steady. He gestured for them to follow him, leading the way as the three of them left the room and made their way to the main cabin.

The walls of the cabin shifted to reveal stunning views of the cosmos, the stars shining like pinpricks in an endless black canvas. They took their seats, and William ensured that everyone was secure before initiating the ship's ascent. The vessel's stealth features engaged, and with a silent hum, it began to ascend, breaking through the atmosphere and gliding back toward Earth.

Once they landed, the only visible sight was the off-loading ramp, the rest of the ship cloaked in its dark, foreboding metal. Pietro, ever the fast-paced one, hugged Wanda tightly, his words of encouragement brief but heartfelt. Then, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in a blur of super speed, leaving only a gust of wind in his wake.

William and Wanda remained on the ship as it began to hover silently in the void above Earth. The weight of the moment settled between them, but for William, his mind was already elsewhere. He thought of the exile of Thor and the Hulk, two powerful beings, both far from the world they once knew.

"I should probably pay Thor a visit," William mused aloud, the thought drifting through his mind like a quiet revelation. He input the coordinates directly into the ship's systems, his mental connection guiding its path. The mass of dark metal around them shifted, and the Omega engines roared to life, channeling an immense amount of power. In the blink of an eye, the ship seemed to vanish, disappearing from Earth's orbit as if it had never been there.

The journey through space was instantaneous, but even in that brief moment, the vastness of the cosmos seemed to stretch before them. The ship's speed would have put even the Flash to the test, but it was nothing for the Harbinger of Ruin. They maneuvered through the void effortlessly, the ship cutting through space like a blade through water.

Minutes later, the ship emerged from the blackness, arriving at a massive circular city that radiated golden light, a city that hummed with godly power. William's gaze narrowed as the ship approached the Bifrost gate, but before they could land, Heimdall's keen senses locked onto the invisible vessel.

He stood on the edge of the gate, his massive sword in hand, preparing for combat. His senses had been sharpened, and though the ship was hidden from sight, he could feel its presence. But as he focused his vision, recognition dawned on him.

A smile spread across his face as he lowered his weapon. "Welcome back, William!" he called out, his voice carrying through the air like a familiar echo.