NIXUS: Hotness Galore

Marc had finished his shift and was in the locker room getting ready to go home. He had taken a quick shower to remove the grime of the city, so he would come back clean and refreshed to Phoenix.  Her face flashed in his mind, and he found himself smiling to himself. Since he was alone in the locker room, Marc grabbed his phone and swiftly combed through the contact list to Phoenix's name. He typed a fast "My shift is done, gorgeous. I am coming home soon. Are you still waiting for me?" He waited for a couple of seconds before her reply came, "I am, and I did what you asked from me. I did not touch myself, and to be honest, I am upset you asked me that because I want to do it." Marc chuckled and wrote back. "Good girl. You were very patient today, so you will be rewarded.  I'll give you five minutes to put that toy inside, then I will use the more intense program on you since you've been good. I have the keys, so you would not need to move from wherever you are. Don't fight it. Whatever comes your way, don't ever fight it." He then slid his phone in his pocket and left the locker room. 

He still remembered when they watched TV and an ad about a long-distance controlled wireless sex toy ran on TV. He looked at Phoenix and saw that she was quite entranced by the ad. He asked her if it was something she would want to try, and she confessed that she had toyed around with the idea and wanted to experiment with it with him. She wanted to give him complete control of her pleasure on nights he would come home late or during the weekends he was around, and wanted to tease her differently. He went along with the idea, and a week later, they received the toy and the instructions. It required a little bit of trial and error, but they eventually found what worked best for them. Marc enjoyed coming home to a messy and flustered Phoenix. Watching her literally throw herself at him the minute he crossed her threshold turned him on. She was akin to a vixen, an insatiable Aphrodite who was craving his cock, his touch, and his warmth. 

He liked the way she was excited about it, to give up control to him, knowing he would never abuse it or try to harm her. She was delicate, in a way, and he handled her with care, something which Nix had never experienced before. He liked the way she was ravenous in her desire for him, perhaps hotter than when she was masturbating herself, because this time it was him doing it to her. He liked the way she was hot and wet and sweating from the pleasure the toy gave her. So as promised, once he reached the parking lot, he grabbed his phone again and noticed Phoenix replied, "Yes, Officer Flynn. I'm ready, and I'll wait for you. I'll be a good girl." She was ready, so he simply opened the long-distance controlled app. He looked at the programs and picked the most intense one. 

At her apartment, Phoenix was anticipating Marc's app activation. She was on her couch, wearing her red nightgown. Her heels were digging at the edge of the couch, and her fingers were slowly running up and down her nightgown-clad breasts. She had been waiting for Marc since her shift ended and was having a hard time not giving in to her urges. It had been a couple of days since Marc last touched her. He was working on a case that had him work long shifts and exhausted him to the point that the only thing she could do was run him a bath and keep him cozy and comfortable so he could sleep well. Her arousal was off the charts, but he had told her that she was not to touch herself until he was done with his case. So she obeyed. She did not touch herself, and frustration grew over time. When he reached out to her, her heart skipped several beats, and she bit her bottom lip. 

"Come on...Mon cœur...I'm waiting.... I'm fucking waiting..."  She whispered, eyes closed, while her hands roamed over her ample chest. She had one leg resting on the armrest of the couch while the other was spread to the other side of the couch. She had closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. 

Then it hit her like a brick wall. He had activated the toy, and she knew that he would not stop until he was home. Traffic at this hour was still dense, so she knew that she had at least one hour of constant vibrations inside her. The program started with intense waves that shook her to the core and made her buck her hips against the air.  Her soft moans tore up the silence that had settled in the living room, and she tried to keep her composure and nonchalantly slapped her hand onto the couch while the other squeezed her breast. "Marc.... Haaaan... it feels so good." She barely managed to moan; her legs were shaking, but she managed to keep them open, so if he ever walked into the room, he would see her splayed shamelessly for him. He would see how ready she was for him.  

The waves of pleasure kept hitting her, relentless like the ocean waves crashing against the shore. Ten minutes in, and she reached her first climax. Unable to keep her screams from escaping her lips, she screamed while her body gave in. Her first orgasm was always powerful. After so long spent without touching herself, she could not help herself and squirted on her couch. Her hair was wet from the sweat slowly forming on her scalp, and she ran both hands through her hair while she shifted on the couch and found herself on her back, legs closed and feet on the couch. She felt hot, too hot to keep her nightgown on, so she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. The program did not stop; it was now sending softer and slower vibrations, allowing the woman to take her breath back while still being stimulated.  She wanted Marc to be on top of her, to bend his head down so he could kiss her. 

She wanted his tongue to play with hers while his hips would keep pushing into her at a slow and lazy pace.  Phoenix imagined his hot seed filling her up, while his cock, now semi-erect from his own climax, was still thrusting into her. Marc was hot. His voice was hot. His laboured breathing as he was trying to catch his breath was sending shivers down her spine. Nix's skin by then was covered in goosebumps. She had a thin layer of sweat covering her soft skin, and her pussy was puffy, soaked, wanting more. She wanted Marc to keep fucking her, to keep showing her how much he loved her. Her hips swayed, and before she knew it, she was kneading her other breast, pulling on her nipple with her fingers while the other hand rubbed her pussy. 

Her grunts filled the room, and she slowly brought her hand to her erect clit. She rubbed it in circular motions, slow and lazy to match the speed of the toy, while her other hand was toying with her nipple. She loved the sensation of the toy and the fact that Marc was controlling her at a distance, keeping her at his mercy, was turning her on. Fuck! It felt good not to have to think too hard about what to do. She saw his face in flashes, the flushed cheeks when he was fucking her. She saw the smiles, the gentleness that came in the afterglow. He always knew how to care for her after he turned her into a messy puddle of nerves. He always knew how to reward her, how to comfort her, and how to bring her back to reality gently. How she loved him. Her eyes shot wide open as the thought crossed her mind. She loved him. Yes! She did! Yes, and the realization coupled with the vibrations picking up in intensity tore off a moan from the woman's lips. 

She wanted him home by then. She needed him home, and her mind was filled with the sensation of his hands running over her smooth legs and finding purchase in her hips. She imagined him helping her turn around so she could get on her knees and rest her hands on the couch's armrest. He would ask her to arch her back so he could take her deeper, and he would stretch her from behind. She liked it when he took her like this. He could have a good view of her fat ass jiggling from his thrust. She could glance at him past her shoulder if she bent a bit more forward and turned her head and shoulders around. He could make her suck his fingers while she held onto the armrest for dear life. He could grab her breasts and squeeze and play with them, and on top of it all, he could take her so deep. 

As she put herself in that position, Phoenix bounced her ass in the air. She pushed her ass back and forth as if she was the one fucking Marc. As he sometimes let her do when he stopped moving. He wanted to see her eager for him. He wanted to see her work his cock, and good god! She loved it. She could feel the delicious friction between her legs, coupled with the vibrations that were back to being hard. Nix's feet hit the couch as pleasure was starting to build up inside her. She tried to hold back, to make it last as long as possible, but she knew that she could not. His naughty words came to her mind as she remembered how he would tell her she was a good girl, that her pussy was wet for him and so hot, that she was tight, oh so fucking tight and yet she was taking him so well. She rolled her eyes deep into her eye sockets and slowly brought her left hand to her lips. She eagerly trapped the index and middle fingers between her lips and started to suck on them. Suck as if she was sucking Marc.  

It was so much that she was overstimulated everywhere. She could feel her juices seep out of her wet, tight cunt and drip on the couch. It was only a matter of time before she squirted again, so when she did, her screams were muffled by her fingers, and she could feel her legs and the couch being ruined by her juices. It made her breathe heavily, and she pushed herself back to sit on her heels.  She rocked her hips, slowly as the program changed back to a slower rhythm and low intensity again, allowing her to ride her orgasm out and take her breath back.  Her skin was wet, drenched in sweat and juices. Her hair was wet and clinging to her neck and face. Her nipples were hard and a little bit painful from her playing too hard with them. So she only stroked her belly, her thighs,  her neck and ran her fingers through her hair. The program started again, and she slid off the couch. 

Phoenix was on the floor and barely managed to stand up.  She was too hot, so hot that she needed to open the windows, but walking to them was so difficult. Her legs were threatening to give up on her with each step she made, but the teacher managed to open the windows, and the fresh air hit her skin, eliciting a moan from her while she barely held on to her feet. Meanwhile, Marc had finally arrived at the compound. He parked his car and jogged his way to the elevator. Mercifully, he turned off the app once he was inside the building so she would be able to take her breath back before he walked into her place. He was wondering how he would find her. What position, the state of her hair, the state of her skin, the eagerness in her face and the memories of the faces she used to make flashed before him. Eager to see her, tight in his pants already, he used the copy of her keys she gave him to open the door, walk into the apartment and close the door behind him. He dropped his backpack in the hallway and found Phoenix at the window. 

"You're home!" 

She dived into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. He wrapped his arms around her waist and noticed that she was shaking in his arms. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, and a smirk crept on his lips. " You're home! You're home! You're here!" She kept kissing him, and he carried her to the couch. The night was young, and he was far from being done with her. 

-TBC-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

DDBA: into the fire -smut-

Matt and Hayley were now lying on the mattress,  sweaty bodies entangled in a warm embrace. His hand was lost in her thick black mane, and his lips were pecking her forehead with soft kisses. Her left hand was mindlessly and absently stroking his chest, and she nuzzled the crook of his neck. Matt was happy that they managed to have a serious conversation. It had been a while since he had a heart-to-heart with someone, and the man without fears realized that it brought him some peace of mind. He could be himself with Hayley, without judgment or anguish. He could enjoy a peaceful moment in a place he knew was safe from the AVTF and Fisk's other goons. Here, in this room, there was nothing but the soft and steady heartbeat of the beautiful woman by his side. 

"Matt.... I want you to see me." -He nearly choked upon hearing her words, and before he could crack some wise words at her, she quickly added- "I mean, with your hands. I know that you have to touch things to see them. I wanted you to touch my face, so you could see me."

"Why?" -Not one to object to such a request, Matt shifted on the bed so he could tilt his head towards her and give her space to move her head at ease.  He then gently brought his hand to her belly-

"I used to belong to the H.A.N.D ever since I was born. No one has really seen me, and I want to be remembered as who I was. I want to have someone on this Earth who can say that they know me and can talk about me when I am long gone." - She was hopeful, and he could tell by the heartbeats that she was being sincere-

"Lee... I'm sorry that sounded really sad." -He gently slid his hand from her belly to her heart. He felt her take a deep breath, and she swallowed a lump-

"You can't blame me for never having had a life, can you?" She chuckled and placed her hand on top of his. He did not move; instead, he waited for her to bring his hand to her face- "I don't intend to die, Matt. I want you to remember me, please."

"Of course." -She closed her eyes and brought his large hand to her cheek.-

Matt cupped her cheek and felt her chest heave up and down. He picked up the sound of her swallowing hard, but his touch was gentle, certain, and precise. His fingers delicately traced the soft lines of her cheeks. She had a lovely round face, with high cheekbones and soft skin. He let his fingertips explore her plump lips,  trace the lines of her large nose that suited her face, and finally slid his fingers into her thick, coily mane. Her hair was soft, thick, and long. She did not move an inch from where she was, and he felt it. So he cupped her cheek and stroked it with his thumb. 

He then gently shifted on the bed and leaned on his arm. Her blue eyes stared at his face, in search of a hint of disgust or disappointment, and found none. Matt smiled at her and then pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She moaned into the kiss and closed her eyes. His kiss was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She let her hand run through his hair and held a fistful of his hair. He groaned into her touch and kissed her with renewed intensity. He rolled on top of her, and she welcomed him between her legs.  His kisses became even more feverish, and his hips started to grind into her. It elicited a moan from the woman who wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

"Wait.... Wait, Matt... Before we go off the rails and lose focus on what I requested, can you finish what you started?" -She silently thought to herself that she wanted to hear his thoughts about her face. Why did she make such a big deal of it? She did not know, but she wanted them to go through with it before they gave in to their lust-

"Right.... Right... I'm sorry. I got carried away. I could not resist your beautiful face."

"Beau---Beautiful?" -She repeated with a hint of disbelief in her voice.=

Matt lifted a brow, surprised by her sudden shyness. Did she not know how beautiful her features were? Matt's fingers helped him portray her in his mind. Her features were delicate, definitely African as well. Her face was soft, her features were round, soft, and he found himself stroking her plump lips.  He positively hummed and rubbed his nose against her face.

"Yes. You're beautiful, Hayley. I love your soft features, your nose especially. It's so lovely and curvy. I love your plump lips, your coily hair, your soft skin..." -He interspersed his words with kisses and resumed grinding against her.-

The delicious friction between their legs was sending shivers down her spine. She was feeling desire stir up in her loins. She hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck while she pressed kisses to her forehead.  He groaned, feeling his cock twitch and the growing desire to be inside her strangle him. Matt and Hayley both panted, but he stubbornly kept humping her until she gave him more space to manoeuvre. He groaned louder and slightly pulled away from her so he could grab his length and rub his tip against her entrance.  She licked her bottom lip upon feeling his tip rub harder against her wet slit. She wanted more.  He slowly pushed his cock past her folds. It made her wince a little and yank her head back. Oh, that brush felt good. She cooed and knitted her brows harder as the urge to feel more of him became stronger. Matt pushed until half of his length was inside her before he pulled away and pushed back in, creating a soft but steady friction between them.  She cursed under her breath and closed her eyes while her fingers sank into his strong shoulders.

"Matt... Haaaan... You feel so good."

"Christ, Lee.... You're so wet for me."

She was. She welcomed him so easily inside her that  Matt groaned at the delicious friction between them. He grabbed one of her thighs and leaned on his arm to support his body while he pounded into her. She moaned and closed her eyes and stroked the back of his head and his shoulders. They fell into a steady pace, where they both moved at the same pace and with the same passion. He could not help but want more of Hayley, more of her heat, more of her wetness, more of her passionate cries. He wanted to feel her and lose himself in the moment, in her. 

"Matt.... Haaaan.... Matt..." -She cried out, sinking her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders- 

"Yes! Nnnghhh... Yes! Lee... Christ!" -He groaned louder and pressed a kiss to her lips-

Matt then slowly got on his knees with both hands holding onto her waist. He lifted her hips up to take her deeper, and she brought her fingers to her mouth. She bit them, hard, in an attempt to muffle her sounds with more or less success. She sank her head into her pillow and rolled her eyes deep into her skull as he was hitting the right spots inside her. The sound of skin slapping against skin became louder, and their bodies slowly worked up some sweat. Fuck! It felt good. Matt felt good inside her. She was so wet, so hot, that the delicious friction between their legs drove her over the edge.

"Matt.... I'm gonna... I'm gonna.."

"Don't hold it. Cum for me... Lee..." -He groaned and went harder on her.

She came undone without a warning, fingers digging harder into his arms while she shut her eyes tightly. He felt it, and not so long after, Matt followed and reached his climax as well. He released her legs and fell on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple.  He then rolled off her and lay on his back. Matt was catching his breath; his chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as he was regaining his composure. She took a deep breath and turned her head to the side so she could have a good look at his face. He was handsome, and she noticed her heart beating faster. Her cheeks were darkened and felt like they were burning from blushing so hard. Matt lifted one hand to grab the pillow, 

"Thank you, Matt." -He turned his head towards her and smiled at her.- "For touching my face." - She closed the distance between them and  leaned her head against his shoulder-

"You asked so nicely, how could I say no to such an adorable voice like yours?" -He grinned- "Besides, it was something I would have done for myself. I wanted to know what you looked like. I wanted to memorize every line, every crease, and every curve of your face. You are gorgeous, Hayley, and I love your face. I love how warm and soft you are. I love the way your hair feels on my fingers, and I love the way you laugh. You have a beautiful voice I love to listen to, and a very warm laugh too. You smell like Jasmine, and I have to say, it's a scent I really can't get out of my head."

"Careful, Mr. Murdock. If I did not know any better, I would have thought you were in love with me."

She grinned and wrapped her arm around his waist. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kept her pressed to his chest. He smiled but decided not to add fuel to the fire. Yes, he still had feelings for Heather, but he could not deny his growing affection for Hayley.  It wasn't love, not yet, but he definitely wanted to keep seeing her. Matt's ears and cheeks blushed, and he was grateful for their position that made it impossible for her to see him blush. She buried her face against his chest and whispered. 

"It feels good to hear such beautiful words said about me. It feels even better to know that someone would remember me no matter what comes after." -Her tone became somber as she was thinking about her next action. 

Matt knew that she was eager to put an end to the AVTF. He was practically certain she wanted to kill Officer Powell, and he wanted to stop her from trying this stunt. She claimed she wanted to turn over a new leaf, and so far, she had not killed anyone. Her anger towards that violent man was such that Matt could feel her murderous intent.  He furrowed his brows. 

"Are you still trying to get Officer Powell?"

"He has to be stopped." -She furrowed her brows.- "At first, I wanted to bring him to justice, but then...I decided that he needed something more radical."

"We can't become the judge, jury, and executioner, Hayley. You have to trust the system."

"The same system that was bought by Fisk?" She pulled away and propped herself on her elbow.

"We have to believe that people would want a better life than the one Fisk is offering. People are angry, and they are no longer buying his lies." -He propped himself on his elbow as well-

"Are you serious, Matt? Do you honestly think that Officer Powerll would not escape retribution for his crimes? I hate him for everything he's done to our people, but also to his former girlfriend. You should have seen her at the shelter. She was bruised and battered. I took her to the hospital, and the poor thing barely survived that night. I promised her that this scumbag would never set foot in the shelter ever again. I intend to keep my word, Matt."

"And you can keep that promise without killing the man. Lee... You told me that you escaped the H.A.N.D because you wanted something different. You wanted to have a different life. Killing that man would only bring you back to when you were a foot soldier for the H.A.N.D."

"And do you think that he would stop terrorizing people the way he's doing right now? What has your mercy accomplished for this city?  You let Fisk live, and he's now terrorizing the city. You let Bullseye live, and he kept terrorizing the city.  Mercy is only going to cause more misery." -She furrowed her brows and then sat on the bed. 

"I understand why you lost faith in the system. I can understand why you lost faith in people. Mercy is an act of faith and an act of absolution. Lee... This is not for them. They had their chances, and they rejected them. This is for you. This is for me." -He cupped her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.-

"Do you really believe I could be redeemed? After all I did, the lives I took..."

"Yes. I believe that. We can be redeemed, but we have to extend grace to others, including ourselves. I know you want to kill Officer Powell, but I implore you to consider doing it the right way. Not because I am right, but because we have to try. We have to keep faith.  Alright?"

He felt her hot tears fall on his hand and wiped them off her face. She nodded her agreement and leaned her forehead against his. Marc knew that it would require a lot of determination from the woman and that turning over a new leaf would be a strong struggle. He comforted her with a warm hug and a renewed desire to help her. To see her. To care for her.

-TBC-

HUG: Welcome home, babygirl

Sara rummaged through her bag for her phone. She found it and quickly walked to the bed. She sat at the edge of the bed and searched through her contact list for Homelander's name. Should she call him? It made her pause for a minute. Homelander was quite a busy man; that much was true. Could she bother him with a call? A part of her didn't want to, in fear that it could distract him, but another part of her just couldn't wait. She had to talk to him. She had to hear his voice.  Sara put her phone against her chest and bit her bottom lip. She woke up with a burning desire for her boyfriend, and she knew that taking care of it on her own would not satiate her hunger. Instead, if she called him, this time it would help her feel satisfied. It was decided! She would call the only man in the sky! 

Sara decided to lie on her bed again. Her eyes were focused on the white ceiling, which would make it easier to lose herself in her fantasy. She let her free hand slowly move up from her thigh to her short shorts, to her belly, and her thin-strapped top. Her hair was crowning her face. It was spread all over the bed and pillows, and some rebellious strands fell on her chest. Since Starlighters and the Boys were becoming more vocal and more violent, Homelander was busy fighting them and therefore stayed more at the tower. Since she rarely went to the tower, Homelander being more keen to visit her home, she didn't have many opportunities to spend time with her baby. Distance was starting to take a toll on her, and Sara felt Homelander's absence more than she anticipated. She kept his clothes, just so she could smell him, but it did nothing if not make her want him some more.  She ended up calling him, determined to hear his voice and hopefully have him help her reach a powerful orgasm. 

"Babygirl." -His velvety voice reached out to her ears, and Sara blushed upon hearing Homelander's voice- "Are you alright?"

"No, baby!  I am not alright. I am restless and horny and you're not here." -the black freckled supe pouted. He chuckled and shook his head-

"Babygirl, you know that I can't be around because I ahve to deal with those cocksuckers. I want to be, trust me, I do. I just can't right now. How can I make it up to you?"

"I know, baby. I know. I'm not mad at you. How about we get hot on the phone? I want to finger myself while I hear your voice. Can you do that for me, baby? Can we have phone sex? Please, Homelander, please! I need it. I need you!"

He paused for a moment, considering her demand. Did he have some spare time to sit and enjoy listening to his girl touch herself and react to his voice? It was hot, new, but undoubtedly hot. He ran his hand through his blonde locks and walked in circles in his quarters. He was the Homelander and he could whatever the fuck he wanted. He hadn't seen his girl for quite some time now, and to hear her voice, her little whimpers, and the need that was suffocating her proved to be way too hard for him to fight against. The blonde supe decided to sit on the couch. He leaned into the couch, legs spread. 

"Alright, Babygirl. I am sitting and ready for you. You say you need me? I can't deny my girl now, can I? Where are you right now?"

"On our bed." -She replied in a gasp. Her legs opened and closed as she was getting cozy on the bed. Her heart made a little jump as she was anticipating his next question-

"What are you wearing?" -He asked, his voice husky and hot."

"Short shorts and a thin-strapped top. You know those blue shorts that cling to my ass and pussy mmhh? That short. And you?"

"You know me, baby girl. I'm always wearing my suit." -He groaned, his mind pictured her on that bed, wearing those very tight shorts that outlined her curves as if she were naked. - "Come on, Sara. You wanted me to tell you to get those fucking clothes off of you. I want you naked." -He commanded over the phone.-

"Unf...Yes, Homelander." -She put her phone on the pillow next to her ear and quickly removed her shorts and her top. He could hear the sound of fabric being wrinkled and tossed around.- "I'm done, baby. I'm naked." -She purred, her hand now stroking her soft belly.- 

"Good girl. Now I know you're already wet, baby, but why don't you take that hand of yours and use it to rub your little pussy? Yeah? Do that and tell me how wet you already are for me."

"unf... Okay..." -She moaned and let her hand slid down her belly so her fingers could start to press against her puffy pussy. She was wet already, had been from the moment she decided to place that phone call. Yet, hearing the voice of Homelander only fueled her arousal more, and she now had sticky fingers, coated with her slick from just a couple passes of her fingers over her folds- "OH... " He heard her whimpers as she touched herself, and it was enough to make him stroke his bulge. Fuck she was hot like that, needy for Homelander and not ashamed to voice it- "Baby.. I'm so wet, my fingers are all sticky from my juices..."

"Yeah? You're wet already? Little slut, you couldn't wait uh? You had to get all wet while I have to get myself ready for you. Spread that pussy with your fingers, spread it as if I was there, watching! Let me see you!" 

He commanded, a groan passed through his lips as his own touch was making him feel good. He could feel his cock twitch against the confines of his suit but he kept stroking through the fabric-Sara obeyed his command. Her fingers spread her puffy lips and then went further to also spread the little ones and expose her little holes. She panted and moaned his name.; It made Homelander groan and he could feel his cock grow and his pants tighten around him. He encouraged Sara with his grunts and slowly pushed his pants down so he could set his cock free. He let out a pleased sigh and grabbed the base of his cock with his gloved hand. Sara could hear him, and the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. She loved it

"Oh, Sara, I can see you. I'm sure you're well-spread for me. I'm sure I can see that wet little pussy and that tight little hole of yours. Is that the one you've been fingering all day, mmhh?" He asked, slowly rubbing his cock. Sara moaned and nodded.  She had spread herself as wide as she could, imagining the big blonde supe kneeling before her, hand wrapped around his cock as he was jerking himself off. She imagined her stare go down to his pelvis, so she could watch Homelander stroke his cock for her.

"Yes! Yes Homelander! I've been fingering my pussy all day but it doesn't work! It doesn't work because it's not you. My fingers aren't big enough!" She groaned and planted her feet into the mattress. She bent her knees and used her feet to push her hips a bit higher so she could have a better access to her pussy. "Haaan... I want to try again. I want to---" He could hear the wet sounds her folds made when Sara was brushing them with her fingers. He could imagine how she looked, soaked and needy. Her face flustered, and her eyes nearly cried from how needy she was. He loved her like that, when she wanted him and couldn't get enough of him. When she was whimpering and crying her frustration out like that. 

"Go ahead and finger that pussy for me, Babygirl. I want to hear you whimper because it feels good. I'll walk you throught it, don't worry." -She whimpered her approval and resumed rubbing her puffy cunt with her soaked fingers. He could hear it just fine. The Homelander looked at his cock, some beads of pre-cum already appeared on his crown. He passed his hand on top of it and started to smear his juices all over his cock. - "You look so good like that, baby. With your fingers on your pussy like that. I know you make the prettiest face right now! I know you look hot like that. Come on, I want you to slip your finger inside that wet little cunt for me. Can you do that, baby?" 

"Ah! Ooooh!  Homelander! I-- I--"

"I know, baby, I know. It's your finger, isn't it? You just slid one and you felt it stretch you already mmmhhh?" She positively hummed but kept fingering herself.- "Fuck, I wish I was there, baby so I could watch you finger yourself. Add another finger." -His breathing was hot and laboured. He was stroking himself harder and coated his hand with his precum. It was easier to stroke himself while he imagined Sara's spread legs and finger in her pussy. She complied and added another finger, making it two. "That's my good girl! That's it, Sara! Fuck your pussy, fuck it for me. Just like that! You look so good when you do that! Fuck! Baby! That's it! That's it!" 

"Ahhhhh!!! Haaaaan baby! Fuck it feels good! It feels so good! Uf... uf... I've got two fingers up my little pussy right now... haaan... Are-- Are you jerking off that big-- Big cock of yours?" -She managed to moan while her eyes were half-closed and staring at the ceiling.- 

Sara was happy. Hearing Homelander's voice sent shivers down her spine. He was talking to her ear, and that was enough to turn her on beyond belief. It felt as if he was whispering to her ear, as if he was right behind her and she was lying on his chest. She imagined his fingers instead of hers and the memories of how they felt in her tight cunt enhanced that little masturbation session.  She could hear him just fine, the sound of his hand making passes on his wet cock. The sound of his grunts and groans as he was enjoying himself. She could almost picture him jerking off behind her, with his length rubbing against her back. Oh, it was hot! It was so hot and she was blushing harder and fucking her wet little pussy harder as well.  He heard those wet sounds, and that encouraged him to go a little bit faster. 

"Yes! Yes, I am. I'm so nice and wet for you. I know you would have loved to suck on it, baby. You know how it looks when it's stretching your cheeks and her pretty little lips are wrapped around my dick. Unf... It would have been so much better if you were there, on your knees for me, looking up to my face with those big black eyes of yours! unf... You'd love that, wouldn't you? To suck and struggle on my cock.. unf.. struggle to swallow it whole." -that elicited a moan from the freckled face supe who arched her back and grabbed her breast. She held onto it hard while her index and third fingers were pulling on her nipple.-

"Shit! yes! yes! I would have loved it, baby! You know you can use my mouth anyway you like. You can use my body, fuck any holes you want... Haaaan... anyway you want it! Baby!  I would have sucked your cock right now. I would have choked on it. It's so big! It's so fucking big! I love it!" She yanked her head back- "I love it when it stretches my little throat! aaaah... fuck... I want it." -She cried out, eyes wet from unshed tears born out of frustration.- "I want your cock, Homelander... I'm craving it! I'm crying for it. Please, jerk it off faster, baby. I want to hear the wet sounds you make." She groaned, pulling harder on her nipple while she slowed down on her pussy, to be able to take it slower and harder. "Shit! That's a good spot!" She mumbled to herself, but he could hear it. He loved it when she was talking to herself, when she was enjoying her body like he did. It added a little Je-Ne-Sais-Quoi to the whole thing. He obliged her request and went faster, moving his phone just so it could be at the same level of his cock and record everything well. 

"That's it.. Listen to how wet your Homelander is for you. How fucking hard I am!" -He groaned and released his cock to stroke a bit his balls, imitating to the best of his abilities when she was the one who did that to him- "I can hear you cry out just fine. You're going harder now, aren't you? hard and slow uh?" -She mewled- "I knew you would. Such a naughty girl, Sara. Look at you! Look at you! Clenching your fingers, crying my name out. you want that cock to stretch your pretty little pussy don't you?" -She cried out positively-  "I know, I know. take your fingers out and suck on them. Taste yourself babygirl. taste yourself and tell me if you're lactating already. You must be given how many slutty sounds you're letting out."

Fuck he was driving her crazy with his words. Sara did as she was told and sucked on her wet fingers. She closed her eyes, savoring her taste and curling her fingers at the sensation and her strong aroma. She was wet, her pussy was holding tight onto her fingers and she could feel the first beads of milk starting to appear on her nipple. She sure was lactating for Homelander. She hummed her reply and squeezed her breast a little harder, now focused on helping her milk come out. 

"Baaaaby!" She groaned- "Oh, Baby! I wish you were here. I wish you could latch onto my nipple like you always do. Haaaaan!... My nipple is so hard, so thick... and milk is dribbling down my fingers. I wish you could come and drink from me! Haaaaan! Drink... me! I wish you could. haaan.. come and squeeze my titty for me. Ah!" She groaned again and closed her legs. "I'll do it on my own. I'll suck on my nipple like you would." -She announced-

Homelander moaned. He yanked his head back as shivers went down his spine and made his cock twitch harder against his palm. He was obsessed with Sara's breasts. Sure, they fit right into his fetish because she had thick nipples and produced milk, but there was more to it. He loved how big they were, how they barely fit into his large hand. He loved how soft and round they were, how heavy they felt against his palm. He was delirious as he remembered the taste of her milk against his tongue. He groaned and went faster on his cock. Sara's suction noises were pushing him to the edge. He could hear her drink her own milk and thought it was even hotter. Shit! she was hot! And the more she was doing things to herself, the more he wanted to fuck her. The problem was that he wasn't around. He couldn't fly to her apartment due to the situation with the boys. He couldn't just give up on everything to go fuck his girlfriend, but how he wished he could!  He heard her stop drinking her milk to catch her breath and she ran her hand back to her pussy so she could rub it. 

"I heard you babygirl. I heard you loud and clear! Did you like drinking your milk? " -She moaned a yes- "Did you spill some on your chin? Did you spill some on your belly?" -She moaned several "Yes" that fell off her lips like candies. He could hear her hand slap her wet pussy and grunted as he heard her whimper. She pressed her engorged clit and rubbed it harder.- "Oh, you're losing your mind, baby. I can tell. You want to finger yourself again, don't you? You want to feel my cock back in mmhhh?"

"I'm losing my mind, baby! I want to cum." She cried out, still rubbing her folds. "I want to cum, please! Please baby! Please come and fuck me. I need you to stretch my cunt. I need... you! I need you!" She could feel her tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. He could feel her rattled breath, the sound of the sheets shifting because of her. He had to help her get over the edge. He had to. So Homelander spoke to her. 

"I want you to slip two fingers back in, baby. I want you to feel how tight your pussy is. I want you to slide your fingers slowly... yes! Slowly, like that baby girl. Go slow, feel your tight walls clench around your fingers like my cock would. Oh, you like it, uh? You like when I stretch your little pussy, uh? When I make you feel stuffed! when you can’t do shit but take me! Yes! Yes, like that! take that pussy for me, baby. Take that pussy for me! take it hard! Fuck! Sara!"

Sara couldn't stop fingering herself. She couldn't stop pounding into her wet and warm little cunt and Homelander's encouraging words, grunts and groans were enough to push her over the edge. She came in a scream. That beautiful sound erupted from deep within her chest, and she soaked her fingers and hand, the sheets, her thighs... Her scream turned into pants and whimpers, and she managed to moan "Homelander", over and over again, and enough for him to join her in her climax. He came in his hand in a loud moan, coated his skin with his cum and grunted on the phone. Sara was crying, sniffling into her phone. 

"Baby.... baby, please come home. Come home okay? I need you here. I miss you.. I miss you so much..."

"I'll come back as soon as I can, Sara. I promise. I'll be back. I love you."

"I love you, too."

-TBC-

Filth - HOtD

Filth -HOtD

// This one is a vent piece.  I couldn't pick any of the current characters I am writing. So, I picked Cerys Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen instead. 

xxxx

His calloused hands sunk into the supple flesh of her thighs, keeping them apart so she could be exposed to his greedy purple eyes. He couldn't keep himself from grinning at her, because she looked almost like a different woman. Not so long ago she was defiant and filled with rage and he couldn't argue that she was justified in her anger, after all, he was the one who killed her father. Not so long ago, she insulted him as she reluctantly agreed to get married to the man. Not so long ago, he realized that she had not been touched prior to getting married to him and that became a challenge for Daemon.

He was a conqueror, a dragon rider and she was a virgin island that no one before him had explored. Her reluctance to consider him a good person intrigued him and he set a goal for himself. He wouldn't just make her his. He would make her want him. He would make her crave him. He wouldn't assault Ceryse like she believed he would, too barbaric for his liking. Instead, he would coax her into thinking he was a gentleman. Instead, he would treat her well and slowly but surely would convince her that he was not the man she thought he was.

Daemon was a conqueror and relished the idea that he conquered her mind, body, and soul. She became his, of her own volition. She let him defile her, She let him claim each crease and curve of her body and she let him devour her most secret place. Daemon enjoyed her complete surrender. He enjoyed claiming her over and over again and pushing her buttons so hard that she couldn't help but moan his name. Slowly but surely, he managed to become the only thought she had in mind. He managed to introduce her inexperienced mind to a brand new world of debauchery and the most satisfying thought he had, was that her father would have turned in his grave if he knew that his only daughter, his cherished child, was fucking with the man who took his life.

Ceryse embraced her sensuality. She revealed an inner beauty that complimented her beautiful frame. She was soft, yet her body could withstand the harshest seas and oceans. She was supple, yet strong as it was required to be for a seafarer. She had angelic features and bright white hair that complimented her soft black skin. She was a temptress, wild and with a temper, and slowly but surely she had turned the tables on him. It was filthy, sweaty, and a union forged in sin. Daemon found himself to be the one who was addicted to her, unable to spend a day far away from his new wife. He found himself to be turned on by the sound of her voice, the kind touch of her soft hand over his neck, and the way she moaned out his name. He found himself addicted to the wet and tight confines of the walls. How could he not, when she was so deliciously constricting his length.

She drove him mad with desire and the more he took her, the more he wanted Ceryse. Tonight; perhaps, more than ever. The Prince wanted his wife. The fire within him burned her skin, his heart was racing against his ribcage as he wanted to devour her whole. They were true filth, for he enjoyed wrapping his hand around her gracile neck, squeezing it lightly to remind her that she belonged to him. They were true filth, covered in sweat, tears, and spit. She begged for him, to go harder inside, to snap his waist until he disappeared completely in her wet and tight walls. She begged for him to run his fingers through her silver locks and pull them towards her. Filth as the words that escaped their lips were unholy and wouldn't be repeated once they sobered up and recovered. 

Daemon could care less now. He could care less about the motivations that led him to wed his niece. He could care less about achieving his goal because, to him, Ceryse wasn't conquered. She only revealed how much more depth she had and how much he underestimated her. She was losing sight, but that didn't make him love her less-- oh, the forbidden word.-- instead, he became even more protective of her. She would remember him, his grunts, his groans, the taste of his sweat, the intense purple eyes set upon her, studying her. She would remember him, his powerful thrusts into her, the wrinkles on his face, and the scars over his body. He wanted her... All of her.  Filth, they were true filth. She was lying on their bed, legs spread by his hands, and was biting at her thumb, anticipating his next move. how exquisite she looked, so welcoming, vulnerable, and yet so filthy. 

-TBC-