[ Vought Tower ]
[ A week later ]
[ Ashley's office ]
Ashley's office at Vought Tower has never felt more like a throne room. Homelander sits behind Ashley's desk, leaning back in the chair.
One arm draped over the chair's armrest, the other lazily tapping against the desk. His cape spills over the leather like royal robes. Ashley stands behind him, silent, tense.
Then the doors open.
Victoria Neuman steps inside, her presence magnetic. She's not intimidated. She's not afraid.
She moves with the kind of measured confidence that only comes from knowing you are important.
Her suit is tailored perfectly, dark blue with a silk blouse beneath, just professional enough, but still sleek, still sensual. She doesn't need to show skin to own the space.
She doesn't wait for permission to sit. She crosses the room in slow, deliberate strides, lowering herself into the chair opposite him, crossing one long leg over the other.
Homelander watches her, intrigued.
"You made me wait. " Victoria says smoothly. Not annoyed. Just stating a fact.
Homelander smirks. "Did I ?"
"Hard to tell with you." Victoria lifts an eyebrow.
Homelander lets the silence stretch, watching how she handles it. She doesn't flinch.
Good.
"So.. " She exhales, running a manicured hand over her knee. "Shall we talk about the future ?"
Ashley glances at Homelander, unsure. He doesn't acknowledge her. His eyes remain locked on Victoria while under the desk Stormfront works her mouth. Her tongue that was used to tastes the finest dishes in the world relegated to licking his dick, dragging her face back and forth along the pole, the most obedient girl since Cate's used her mojo on her. Salivating heavily which allows her to easily slide that bulging cock over her tongue that wrap around his girth, suckling mightily.
"Future, huh ?" Homelander muses, the three of them ignoring the slight slurping noise as it isn't even real. "Funny, because I was under the impression I already own it." He adds, smirking as he sees Ashley's eyes going back and forth between Victoria and Stormfront giving him a blowjob.
"You own a lot. But not everything. Not yet." Victoria smiles at him. She leans forward slightly, resting an elbow on the desk. "That's where I come in." She continues.
"Is that so ?" He says, his hand going under to grip Stormfront's hair, forcing her face against his pubis as her tongue emits small electrical discharge making his balls churning.
"You want the White House. I can get you there." Victoria says, her ambition showing. Ashley's fingers twitch behind him.
Homelander hums, dragging his gaze over her.
"That's why you need me. " She says without hesitation and his smirk deepens.
"Tell me.. What exactly do you think you can offer me ?" He asks.
Victoria's lips curl slightly. She doesn't blink.
"I can make you legitimate."
Homelander doesn't react immediately. He lets the words sink in, his blue eyes studying her, seeing through her suit, looking at her insides.
"You think I need legitimacy ?" He asks, amused.
"I think it helps. " Victoria replies. "You can take the White House by force, sure. No one could stop you. But you don't want to just rule. You want them to worship you."
"A god doesn't seize power like a common dictator. A god is given power. Offered the throne willingly." She tilts her head.
Homelander exhales, tapping his fingers against the desk. Victoria sees the shift in his gaze. The spark of interest. She's playing this right.
"You need someone inside the system. " She continues. "Someone to clear the way. Neuman as President? That's the last step before you take it all. Publicly. Without resistance. A new era, dominated nlt by the humans but by the super. " Victoria finishes her speech.
Homelander watches her for a long moment. Then he leans forward, his dick engulfed by the warm mouth of the brainwashed woman underneath the desk.
"And what do you get out of this ?" He asks.
"Power, of course. And the insurance to be part of the new world order. " Victoria exhales, smiling slightly.
"I make you President, and then what ?" Homelander asks and Ashley start to fidget as she realize the magnitude of what is discussed.
"Then-" She whispers , her voice dropping slightly. "we rule the world. Together." Victoria says.
Ashley looks away, gripping the folder in her hands. Homelander chuckles, tilting his head.
"You think I share ?" He says.
Victoria leans in, so close their faces are inches apart.
"I think you like a challenge, and i think you do share, with what's yours. After all Starlight's now the second most influential super, no ?" Victoria retorts, her tone suave as her eyes briefly looks down.
Homelander's eyes flicker, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips.
He's entertained.
"You like the sound of that, admit it." She says, her elbows resting on the desk, eyes locked onto his. Not quite a challenge, not quite submission—something in between.
"I like a lot of things, Victoria." Homelander smirks, his eyes dipping to her lips for just a second before flicking back up.
"Mm. I bet you do." She answers, her dark eyes and lisp pulled in a smile makes his cock twitch.
"Tell me, though, how much of this is about power, and how much of it is about… legacy ?" Victoria asks him.
"You think I'm worried about legacy ?" He muses while Stormfront teasingly rolls her tongue in circles around him, pushing it up against the underside of his shaft, lifting it towards the roof of her mouth as her lips clung at his skin. Providing a wonderful suction sensation by sucking around around length, hollowing her cheeks, encouraging him to ejaculate.
"I think you're too smart not to be.. " Victoria counters smoothly. She leans back, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately, watching his gaze track the movement.
"Gods don't just rule, Homelander. They create. They build something that lasts. Otherwise, what's the point ?" She asks intelligently. Homelander hums, considering her. She's not wrong.
"You always this flattering, or is this just for me ?" He asks, smirking.
"I don't waste my time with flattery. You're not a man who needs it ." Victoria chuckles, lying shamelessly.
Stormfront have a powerful throbbing of his meat serving as warning before a geyser of white semen shot wildly from the slit and is discharge directly down her throat.
She gag and push at his hips to gain separation as he unload the rest of his load within the lock of her lips and filling her cheeks before consuming the sweet-tasting spunk as keeps sucking at his member as if it is a straw while she milk his pumping cock dry.
Victoria pushes herself to her feet, slow and controlled.
"I'll let you think it over," She says smoothly, straightening the lapels of her jacket. She doesn't rush. She knows he's watching her as he cum in the mouth of whoever slut is below the desk.
Victoria pauses by the door, turning slightly over her shoulder.
"You and I, we see this for what it is. Desperate. Ripe for the taking." She says and Homelander narrows his eyes slightly.
"So why stop at America ?" He asks
"You're thinking bigger. " Victoria muses while Ashley stares incredulously at the situation, her pussy wet.
"I always do." He answers. "Alright. Let's play Victoria." Homelander says with a smile.
Homelander studies her, then grins. He stands and step forward, his dick safely tucked back in his suit by Stormfront.
"And here I was, thinking I was the only one with real vision." He says as she holds out a hand, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her lips.
"So let's do it together ." Victoria answers and for a moment, the room is silent.
Then, Homelander clasps her hand in his, firmly and possessively. Her fingers tightening around his as Homelander chuckles. A deep, satisfied sound.
[ Vought Tower ]
[ A bit later ]
Ashley Barrett has always been prey. She's spent her entire career flinching under pressure, hell, her whole adolescence. Her life stumbling through crises. And now, as the sex slave of the most powerful man alive.
That ends tonight
Her hands tremble as she holds the Compound V. She swallows hard. No more shaking. No more second-guessing, rides or die.
With a deep breath, she plunges the needle into her arm and send the product through her veins.
The reaction is instant. Her muscles convulsing, her vision whiting out. She falls to her knees, gasping, clutching at her arms as her skin ripples.
No moves. She barely registers it at first.
Then it twists again. A pulling sensation rolls through her body, like her very structure is… adapting.
Her spine bends too far, her arms lengthen for a moment before snapping back. Her skin isn't breaking, isn't tearing it's stretching. Ashley sobs through the pain, her body shifting, flexing, molding.
Then, as suddenly as it started it stops.
She collapses forward, panting. For a moment, everything is still.
Then she pushes herself up. She expects pain but there is none. Her limbs feel fluid. Light.
Slowly, she lifts her arm and watches as it stretches just a fraction further than it should before snapping back.
Her breath catches.
Then, hesitantly, she presses her palm against the angle of the wall behind her.
She pushes and her fingers bend with the surface, flattening like liquid, seamlessly molding against the edge. She jerks her hand back, heart hammering.
She smile. No more bruises, no more breaking under pressure.
[ Homelander's suite ]
The city stretches endlessly beyond the massive windows of Homelander's private suite. From here, he sees everything the people, the streets, the world that belongs to him.
Maeve stands in front of him, arms crossed, her jaw tight. She's trying to play indifferent, but he knows her better than that.
He can see it in her eyes, the way they flicker with doubt, the way her fingers twitch slightly like she's resisting the urge to reach for a drink or something stronger.
She's already made her first mistake. She came when he called.
Homelander leans back, arms loose at his sides, completely at ease.
"You and I, we have a lot of history, don't we ? " He says.
"That's what you dragged me here for ? A trip down memory lane ?" Maeve scoffs, shaking her head. Homelander tilts his head slightly, watching her.
"You were always impatient. Fine. Let's talk about Vought." He retorts and that makes her still.
Homelander steps closer, slowly. "Ever wonder why we never had a little cape of our own, Maeve ?" He asks her. Her expression hardens.
"Drop it." She says coldly.
"No, no, no." His voice is soft, coaxing.
"See, I used to think it was you." He chuckles, shaking his head. "That maybe you were just-" He makes a vague gesture with his hand, "defective." Homelander adds. Maeve's nostrils flare.
"Go fuck yourself." She answers. Homelander grins. There she is.
"But then I found out something interesting. It wasn't you, Maeve. It was them." He leans in, voice dropping lower, just between them.
Maeve says nothing.
"You didn't fail, Maeve. You didn't 'get lucky.'" His voice turns mocking. "You were robbed." He finishes.
"Why should I believe a word you say ?" She clenches her jaw.
Homelander shrugs. "Because it makes sense." He says and let that sink in. Lets her remember.
The years. The nights. The way it never happened, no matter how many times he filled her up.
Now it's in her head. A crack in her armor.
"You and I were supposed to be the future. " He whispers, voice dipping into something almost reverent. "But they didn't want that, did they?"
Maeve's breath hitches, he reaches out gently. Fingers brushing her wrist.
"You should be angry, you should be furious." He whispers. Her muscles are tight, coiled, ready to spring.
But not away from him. She's not moving.
"You could still have it, you know. " He adds, leaning in just enough that she can feel the heat of him.
Her breathing changes. She hates him. She wants him. And he knows which feeling is going to win. He smiles.
"You know what really proves it?" he murmurs.
Maeve doesn't answer, but he sees the way her throat bobs.
"Annie's pregnant." He says and
Maeve's fingers curl into fists, she had her doubts already but he makes it real with his words.
Homelander's smirk deepens.
"You should've seen her when she told me. " He continues, voice dripping with satisfaction.
"So happy. So… proud.I would've thought you'd be the first, Maeve. And yet… look where we are." He says, eyes flickering over her face.
She's seething. Her whole body is rigid, her jaw clenched so tightly it might crack.
"That should have been us. It still can be." Homelander says and her breathing quickens.
"You want it, don't you ?" He whispers, his fingers grazing her waist teasingly. "A future. A legacy. My child. " He concludes.
Maeve can't breathe.
Or maybe she's breathing too fast, her chest rising and falling with every breath she takes. Her fingers twitching at her sides, curling.
Because the moment he said it, 'Annie's pregnant' something inside her snapped.
That should have been her.
She was supposed to be his first. His equal. The one to carry his heir, to stand beside him as something more than just a teammate.
And Vought took that from her, from them. She should be furious. And she is.
She's furious at the chances stolen. And Homelander knows it.
"You don't have to hold back anymore. " He whispers, his voice silk and fire all at once. Maeve's pulse pounds.
"You think you know what I want ?" She mutters, her voice rough, raw. His hand slides higher, over the curve of her hips, then to the line of lower her back, pulling her in.
Maeve lets out a sigh but she doesn't stop him. She should shove him away, walk out, pretend this isn't happening again.
But then he speaks again.
"You can still have it, Maggie.. " He begins, his lips inches from hers. "No more wasted years. No more being denied what's yours. " He adds.
Maeve grits her teeth trembling with something deep and raw .
"You always wanted to have someone.. " He presses, his voice almost gentle. "That's why you tried so hard to make it work with Elena, isn't it ?" He adds, pushing where it hurts and she flinches.
"Stop talking. " Maggie breathes out.
"Make me." Homelander grins, taunting her and she does.
Maeve grabs his face and kisses him hard, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling, giving in.
His hands tighten on her, her back, her hips, he caresses her as a groan vibrate through his chest as he pulls her flush against him.
It's desperate. Years of buried desire breaking free all at once. So unlike their last time after sparing, it was feral, wild, this is different.
Maeve hates how much she needs it. But she does.
And as his lips move against hers, his grip firm and unrelenting, one thought echoes in her mind. I want him. I want his child me too.
It isn't her intention to run away, but there's a certain lingering of hesitation as they separate. She stares at his determined eyes and she's certain that he has no desire to end things now, gulping audibly before closing her eyes in consent. Nodding her head slowly, and pursing her lips out suggestively and giving into temptation.
John place his hands on the side of her neck and one attached to her hip, slowly and carefully closing the distance as he place a soft kiss on her lips.
Reciprocating the kiss, Maggie nervously mash their lips together as she slowly melt into the mood. John's right hand trails up and down her sides while he caresses her cheek with the other, pressing against her bottom lip before sliding his hot tongue in and rubbing against it. The beautiful red-haired reaches up towards his neck and wrap her arms around it, parting her soft lips and wrapping her tongue around his after he demanded entrance.
Her heartbeat can be be felt thumping against his chest while they shares a tongue-filled kiss, making out and gradually breathing heavily through their noses the steamier it gets.
John's tongue explore her orifice, gasping with her eyes widening when his hand trails behind her back and grab a handful of her butt. His knee pressing on her crotch with her form shoved against the wall, their tongues lewdly circling each other's in a bout of an open-mouthed kiss. Maggie can't help but moan at the man's skillful display, hands placed against the back of his muscular neck and broad chest. His full lips attached to her bottom lip as he suck on it, his fingers sneaking underneath the fabric of her skirt and directly grabbing the plump flesh of her ass.
They took turns swapping the positions of their heads with their tongues tangled in a lewd battle of dominance, any forms of anxiety dissipating the hornier she turns. Maggie was previously on the fence concerning whether or not she made the right decision, but now her mind has been all but made up. She wants to get fucked.
Almost as a sign screaming 'take me' , Maggie wrap her legs around his waist when John pick her up by two handfuls of her nice ass, carrying her over to the bed while maintaining the action of their tongues and clashing lips. After making out for an indefinite length of time, he finally separate from the addictively sweet taste of her mouth after grinding his crotch against her clothed sex.
He makes quick work of their suits, then he untie her bra-strap and watch mesmerizingly as it slip down her flat stomach. Maggie wiggles her hips slightly while taking off her skirt, slowly revealing the sight of her thong-covered ass that was barely covered by the amber-colored fabric. Much to John's liking as he smile in approval and gives her a nice slap to her bottom cheeks.
"Ow !~.. You're really!-..."
"Here, let me make it up to you." He promise, helping her lay down onto the mattress, getting them in position for their passionate afternoon of fucking. Maggie allows herself to be controlled by his every command, having no qualms acting submissively this time towards John's dick that's teasingly rubbing against her drenched folds, her legs spread apart exposing her trimmed pussy that is a pretty shade of pink.
Maggie's eyes locked onto his cock that's priming her entrance, her glistening wetness quivering at the mere contact.
"Ah, shit!~... Ha… Ha…" Maggie pant, closing her eyes with her lips trembling to cope, her pussy squeezing him immensely tight.
Despite taking his time inserting the rest of his length inside, her naked body is trembling from the overwhelming sensations surging through her, the earlier revelation making her particularly vulnerable. John holds her silky thighs while nudging himself inside, patiently feeding the rest of his erection inside the incredibly soaked vagina that allows him to push with no resistance.
"Just shove it inside!.." She says hurriedly, finding the strenuously slow pacing torturous.
A naive request that he accept without complaint, a powerful thrust is all that he needs to drive the complete length deep within her wet cunt. Maggie's boisterous moans fills the room while she spasmed in response.
John drop forward and hold onto her wrists, keeping them pressed against the mattress as he draw his hips backwards before ramming it against her sex with force. His powerful frame hitting her with enough strength that their naked skin makes slapping noises.
His large hands found the underside of Maggie's legs and push them upward until her knees are hiked towards her shoulders. Skillfully transitioning into a mating press before reinserting himself all the way inside her glorious pussy. He waste no time heading right back to fucking her, ramming her with unmatched force that his large frame enable. Powerfully thrusting into her velvet tunnel, causing the mattress to squeak underneath them.
His powerful hips are swaying while ravaging her perfect pussy, his cock sliding against her clit guiding her towards a mind-boggling orgasm. John's blistering thrusts ramping up in speed and ferocity as he aims for his goal of spewing his potent seed directly inside of her womb, knowing this time it'll takes root.
Maggie's face is scrunched up in pleasure while holding onto John's broad shoulders, affectionately wrapping and tightening her legs around his waist.
John leans forward and catch her lips in a passionate lip locking before sliding his tongue in, pistoning in and out of her pink slit at extreme speeds and precise control. He swallow her vehement moans that combine with his relentless grunts, their bodies trembling and shaking violently in unison after reaching the pinnacle of their climaxes and orgasming incredibly hard mere seconds after each other.
John's huge cock pulsating violently as it spurt wave after wave of warm seed, dispersed directly inside of her womb as the act only worsen Maggie's release. Her naked breasts slightly jiggling while her chest heave, lazily returning John's kiss as their wet lips mashes together.
[ Four hours later ]
Hours passed by while Maggie and John's completely nude bodies stays inseparable, losing track of how many times they made each other orgasm.
Maggie's eyes are half-lidded while laying down flat on her stomach. John's chest resting on her back while their tongues tangle lewdly as saliva dripped down their chins, making her naked asscheeks clap with every vehement thrust that further sap the feeling in her legs. Which had gone numb after the hours of tireless sex, topped off with yet another creampie as the blanketsheets underneath has been stained with cum and vaginal juices.
They shouts each other's name as John arch his back and dump the rest of his testicles contents deep within her snatch, peeling away from her beaten sex while giving her big butt a playful slap and watching it ripple against his palm. He stares at his half-hardened erection that was finally starting to show signs of giving out.