Love You More (R-18)

A good chunk of time remained until Caspian would return to Tatsumaki for the next part of today.

Ring

He answered the call and listened; an invitation he would never refuse.

After opening a gate, he stepped through and arrived in Blizzard Group HQ, more specifically, inside Fubuki's office.

Waiting there was Psykos, dressed in a sharp, form-hugging secretary outfit.

"Took you long enough." Psykos' voice dripped with velvet amusement. The dim light leaking through the closed curtain caught the thick curves of her figure.

"You look amazing." Caspian's gaze traced the lines of her exposed collarbone, the way her fitted white blouse strained against her massive bosom.

A smirk curled her lips. "I knew you would think so." She closed the distance between them in three deliberate strides. "This is when I want it to happen; and when it must happen."

Caspian barely had time to tilt his head. "What are you—"

Her mouth crashed into his, decadent magenta lips sealing over his own, her tongue claiming him before he could protest.

Is this about the future she saw?

The thought flickered, then dissolved. Caspian let his critical thinking slip away, surrendering to the heat of her touch. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her blouse as he kissed her back with equal hunger.

Psykos broke away just as abruptly as she'd begun, her breath hot against his lips. Without a word, she seized his wrist and dragged him toward Fubuki's executive chair — a sleek throne of black leather. Her nails trickled down his chest before she tore off his attire. She then let her spring-green eyes wander all over him behind her dark-framed glasses.

"This cock is all mine right now~" Her voice was a purr, possessive and sweet. She stroked him once, twice, her thumb swiping over the tip just to watch his hips jerk. Then, with a firm shove, she forced him down into the chair.

Before he could speak, before he could even breathe, she dropped to her knees. Her fingers made quick work of her blouse, buttons scattering as her monumental bosom spilled free, full and milky pale.

No teasing or preamble.

Psykos pressed closer, trapping him between the sweltering heat of her breasts, her slick skin gliding along his rigid length. A thick strand of saliva spilled from her lips before streaking down his shaft in a glistening trail. "Let me pleasure you, my love..." Her whisper curled around him, hotter than the air between their bodies. She sealed the vow with a kiss to his tip and then circled her tongue around the crown, teasing the slit until his hips hitched.

Her hands never left her breasts, fingers kneading the soft flesh as she hugged him tighter in her valley. The pressure was maddening; hotness enveloping him. She started slowly, rolling her body to drag him through the slick valley. His fingers tangled in her turquoise hair, urging her on, but she only smirked teasingly.

"Faster…"

She obeyed, though not without cruelty. Her rhythm shifted, bouncing his cock between her tits with sharp and hungry snaps of her body. Sweat gleamed on her skin, the scent of salt and arousal thickening the air. The wet slap of flesh grew louder — her breath hitching as she watched him unravel. Every movement stoked the fire in his gut as the pleasure ascended; but she'd pause just before the edge, easing back to trace his pre-cum leaking tip with her tongue.

Psykos—"

She laughed, low and wicked, and redoubled her efforts. His vision blurred. She was everywhere; the crush of her cleavage, the hitch of her breath as she felt him twitch, the way her lips parted around a gasp when the first hot pulse hit her chin.

He came with a curse, ropes of cum painting her face, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. She didn't flinch, just licked a stripe through the mess, eyes locked on his as she swallowed. "Mine," she murmured, and the triumph in her gaze burned hotter than the aftershocks still racking his body.

If this proved anything, it was that a certain web-slinging hero wasn't the only one who could shoot ropes…

"I don't know what you saw in that future…" He stood, lifting her as she met his gaze with a knowing smile. "...but I want—"

Psykos silenced him with another kiss, pulling away just enough to murmur, "I know, Caspian. I can't say much, but I want the same. You've over thought both your lives — rationalizing, demanding 'realism,' when you could've been loving us like this all along."

Words failed him.

She shed her clothes while he pondered; though his thoughts scattered the moment she stood bare before him. His cock hardened at the sight of her, the thick turquoise curls between her thighs.

Psykos arched her back across Fubuki's desk, lifting one leg high, and crooked a finger. "Make love to me… please."

A flicker of shyness in her eyes spurred him forward. He caught her leg over his shoulder, dragged his cock along her wet hairy folds and then pushed inside.

"Nng—" Her teeth dug into her lip, but she nodded, urging him deeper.

Caspian's cock pushed onward as her ribbed walls squeezed. "Damn Psykos, you're so tight…" He thrust deeper, past her hymen, burying himself to the base

"Ah!" she cried.

He leaned in and kneaded her marshmallow-soft big breasts, lips trailing from her neck to her mouth.

Moans spilled from her throat as her hips began gyrating against him. But she wasn't the only one eager.

Pulling back, he drove into her with a piston-like force, spurred by the sight of her; quaking thighs, flushed skin, the milky swell of her breasts and soft stomach bouncing with every thrust.

"Nnh~! Hng! Yes, Caspian! Claim my pussy — it's yours, only yours!"

The only thing to do was to give her the best experience of her life.

Several ragged breaths after she came once, then again, her love juices puddling below on the polished desk.

"Psykos, I'm close!"

Her scream echoed through the room. "F-Fill me! Breed me! Pump me full~ I want your cum overflowing my womb!"

Caspian pushed himself all the way inside her with a groan; his release flooding her depths just as her body clenched around him in ecstasy. Her other leg hooked around his waist, pulling him closer while she trembled beneath him — every desperate gasp and shuddering contraction pressing his erupting head against her needy cervix.

Enlightenment passed through him. A brilliant white glow enveloped his body as his strength soared beyond the immeasurable, shattering the very concept of limits.

"NNHG~!"

Before she could catch her breath, he hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her, still hard inside her, still dripping. Her other leg also locking around his waist as he pinned her against the nearest wall.

"Love you," he growled against her lips, voice rough.

She kissed him back. "Love you more~"

Then he was moving again, driving into her with possessive thrusts, each one deeper and more claiming, until the room screamed with their moans.