Homelander's legacy, The Boys

[ A month Later ]

[ Vought Tower ]

Another month has passed. Madelyn Stillwell is dead, and no one knows it.

Doppelganger plays her role well enough, but he's just a placeholder, a puppet, nothing more. The real work ? That's falling to someone else.

Ashley Barrett.

At first, she was just a stand-in, a desperate figure scrambling to keep up. But piece by piece, she's stepping into the power Madelyn left behind. Now, when Stan Edgar needs something, when there's a crisis, he calls Ashley.

And today ? There's no bigger test. The time has come. No more lobbying, no more politics. Vought's Supes are finally being deployed.

This is their chance. Their moment to prove their worth. If they succeed, Supes in the military becomes permanent.

If they fail ? There is no failing.

Not for Homelander. Not for Vought.

[ Later that day ]

[ The Terrorist Camp ]

The air is shattered by the sound of supersonic impact. Homelander crashes down in the center of the camp like a warhead, the ground exploding outward beneath him. The shockwave alone flattens a dozen men instantly, bones snapping, ribs imploding, bodies crumpling like wet paper.

Gunfire erupts from every direction. Panicked orders being screamed, screams of confusion but it doesn't matter. These men were dead the moment The Seven arrived.

Homelander doesn't care about these mud peoples.

His eyes are on Starlight. She's here because she insisted. Because she wanted to prove herself. He almost didn't let her. She's carrying his child. And nothing, nothing was going to put either of them in danger. But he also wanted to see something.

Her potential. What she's truly capable of.

Homelander moves first. A terrorist aims an RPG but he barely lifts it before Homelander is on him, one hand gripping his entire face. He squeezes, until the skull bursts between his fingers.

A bullet whizzes past him. He tilts his head and the shooter's entire body is instantly killed by heat vision.

One terrorist tries to run Homelander smirks, gripping him by the belt and hurling him through the air.

"Maeve catch !" He shouts playfully.

Maeve turns, laughs and swings. Her sword slices effortlessly through the airborne man mid-flight, his body bisecting perfectly in two before both halves splatter to the ground.

Bullets are flying, but A-Train is faster.

He moves like a shadow appearing in front of a man just long enough to drive his fist straight through his sternum, then vanishing before the blood even sprays.

A terrorist whips around to fire, but A-Train reappears behind him, grabbing his head and spinning it with such force that his neck corkscrews four times before snapping.

Another raises a knife, A-Train grabs his wrist and yanks, severing the entire arm in one motion.

Black Noir is pure efficiency. No wasted movements. No hesitation.

moving through the chaos completely unnoticed until it's too late.

A man screams as his throat suddenly opens, spilling hot blood down his chest

Another terrorist turns the corner and Noir is waiting. His dagger plunges up into his chin, skewering his tongue before exiting through the top of his skull.

For once, The Deep isn't useless. The fighting is brutal, close-quarters, and he's in it.

A man charges him, screaming

Deep tenses, then launches himself forward, his fist slamming into the man's chest like a battering ram.

His entire ribcage caves inward. The terrorist's eyes go wide, blood gushing from his mouth.

Deep just lets him fall, exhaling, feeling something strange. Satisfaction. The feeling of finally belonging in the team.

Starlight trembles. Not with fear with energy. With power.

She sees one of them aiming at Homelander's back. She doesn't think. She acts.

Her hands lift and the camp is suddenly bathed in white-hot light. A searing beam erupts from her palms, not just blinding, but burning. The man holding the gun bursts into flames, skin peeling, muscle liquefying before he even has time to scream.

Her heart hammers. Her breath shudders. This is the first time she's ever done this. But she doesn't hesitate.

A dozen more surround her, shouting, aiming and she lets go.

Light floods the battlefield, brighter than anything she's ever unleashed. Bones crack, skin blackens, eyeballs burst in their sockets.

The air smells like burnt flesh and ozone. She doesn't stop.

Because she knows Homelander is watching. And she won't disappoint him.

Homelander floats above the wreckage, surveying the battlefield.

Nothing moves. No one is left breathing.

He lands beside Starlight, who is still glowing, chest heaving, body trembling with the high of it.

"How'd that feel ?" He says. She looks at him, dazed, eyes wide. Then she exhales, nodding.

"Good. I, never Let out my powers out like that. I'm, I feel stronger than ever. " Starlight answers

"Good girl. I'm really proud, you were extraordinary. " His smirk widens.

His hand presses against her stomach bump hidden by a suit a bit more ample briefly. A silent reminder.

She did well. But she wasn't fighting just for herself. She was fighting for them.

He turns to the others, completely unfazed by the carnage.

"Let's go home. " He says and the Seven, more united than they ever were nods.

[ Vought Tower ]

It went perfectly.

The terrorist camp was obliterated, not a single loose end left behind. The footage carefully edited, strategically released painted The Seven as unstoppable warriors, precision instruments of justice.

The military contract was signed.

But The Seven wouldn't be military assets. That wasn't the point. This was just a proof of concept.

Now, other Supes would be enlisted. Trained. Deployed. Vought had expanded its empire once again.

[ Three weeks later ]

It happens above the world.

Annie has flown with him before and now on her own, but never like this. Never this high, this untethered, this free.

Homelander holds her in his arms, carrying her as she protects her body with her power as they soar higher, higher, past the clouds, past the last traces of city lights.

And then they stop.

Suspended in the stratosphere, floating above the curve of the Earth, the vastness of space stretching above them.

The world below is silent, distant. It's just them.

Annie's heart is hammering as she looks at him. His eyes are glowing faintly, but there's something else there, something softer, loving.

Homelander smile, not the practiced, media-perfect grin, but something genuine, almost boyish.

Then, without a word, he reaches into his suit. And pulls out a ring.

Not just any ring, a pale green oval-shaped gemstone with 3 diamonds on either side like the petals of a flower, the diamonds so brilliant it almost rivals the stars around them. He forged them himself, using his bare hands to makes it then cut it.

"John-" Annie's hand flies to her mouth.

He turns it between his fingers, watching her reaction with amusement.

"You're carrying my child. You're mine. And I'm yours. " He says, his voice, absolute.

Then, in the most surreal moment of her life he bends a knee. There, in the endless expanse of the sky, where no one has ever do this before.

"Marry me, Annie. " He says with no doubt.

Her chest tightens, her eyes sting, this is everything she ever wanted. A perfect, moment.

"Yes. " She whispers.

Then, louder stronger.

"Yes ! Yes, yes, yes-a thousand times, yes." Annie accept.

She throws herself on him, smashing her lips to his as she wrap her arms around him. Tears pouring down her face as John place the ring on her finger. A perfect fit. Annie admire the gold-banded ring the peridot and diamonds sparkling. It suits her.

Her heart bursting with love. She presses her forehead against his as they hold each other.

"I love you so much, John. " She says. His grin widens, triumphant.

The love and desire they have for one another sparks into a raging fire. They kiss deeply as Starlight slides her hands down his chest as her hand found his covered dick and squeeze.

"Take~ me back~ " She asks between kisses, right there above the Earth, where nothing else exists but them.

Soon, their back to their Villa, a new acquisition he recently made so they wouldn't have to stay at Vought's tower.

His hands makes quick work of her suit to touch her thighs and butt, squeezing and massaging her flesh. Annie pulls away and pushes her husband to lay back. He let her do but braces himself on his elbows. Annie pulls his waistband down to free his hard cock. She sweep her hair back and takes hold of his cock with both hands, licking him from base to tip. It's a slow, erotic lick. John inhale sharply at the sight of her tongue flat against his cock. She can feel him harden further in her grip. She swirls her tongue around the tip, kissing and sucking.

As her head bob up and down, she squeeze his shaft in tandem with her lips. John groaning, instinctively pulling on her hair.

Annie squeeze a tiny bit tighter and moans, her voice providing a nice vibration to his cock. To her delight, he grab her hair with both hands, curling his fingers against her scalp.

"Come here. " He says to hungry to fill her mouth right now.

She climbs on him and properly straddle him. John grab her hips as they kiss. Annie reaches down between them and guide his cock to her entrance and sink down on him. She moans as his dick fills her completely.

She place her hands on his chest as she begins to move. She rocks her hips as she bounce on his cock. John lays fully on his back. His hands sliding up to her sensible breasts form her pregnancy. He tease her nipples as she rides him.

"Ngh~ Yes ! " Annie moans and slow down, sinking down all the way before rolling her hips back. Placing her hands on either side of his chest she resume her fast pace.

John run his hands up and down her back. "Do you have any idea how sexy it was to see that ring on your finger as you touched me ? " He says.

He wrap his arms around her, kissing her as he roll them over so he's on top carefully avoiding to press his weight on her belly starting to show her inseminated body. Annie's feet hover in the air as John begins pounding away, their bodies making loud slapping sounds.

He resume kissing her. Annie moaning into their kiss. Her hands sliding down to his butt, squeezing in tandem with his thrusts.

Flashes of her future appear in her mind. A wedding. A lively reception. A hot wedding night spent naked with only their rings on. She imagine matching wedding bands on their fingers as they touch each other. That very image drives her higher and higher.

"Wife...I'm going to be...your wife. Husband and wife...I love you...I love you much ! " She says through high-pitched moans.

"I love you, too. So much." He answers as they kiss again, tongues sliding against one another. A silent promise passing between them. A promise to honor, cherish and love one another. A promise to fuck and make love for forever.

Annie whimpers into their kiss as she comes, clenching and squeezing the cock that she was made for.

John thrusts faster, chasing his own climax but not as fast as he can, aware of his child in her. He slams into her one final time, cumming deep and hard as he grounds into her, not wanting a single drop of his semen to escape.

"You've already knock me up..." Annie says, chuckling.

With his devilish smile, he gently pushes himself up on his knees. He keeps his cock fully hilted inside her as he push her knees to her chest. Annie can't help but laugh, her pussy squeezing the life out of his dick.

" Keep doing that, baby girl, and as soon as you can I'm breeding you again. " He says, closing his eyes as her pussy lovingly massage his cock.

Annie playfully rolls her eyes. She runs her hands up his arms, squeezing tenderly. Her ring catches her eye, sparkling in the living room dim light.

"I love this ring. It's so beautiful. " She says.

"I thought you'd might like it." He grabs her hand and kiss just below the ring while her hands rubs her belly thoughtfully.

"Our coming child is a product of our love. And considering how passionate we are, he certainly won't be the last. " Annie says with a content and happy smile.

"No, he most certainly won't. " He growls, squeezing her hips and thighs.

" He ? " She answers, teasing him.

He kisses the ticklish part of her neck in answers. Annie giggling. She playfully tell him to stop, but makes no effort to resist.

They make love a couple more times and then curl up in front of the fireplace.

[ Maeve's Apartment ]

The tension in the room is suffocating. Elena stands near the couch, arms crossed, her eyes burning with frustration. Maggie is pacing, fingers twitching at her sides.

"You're different. " Elena snaps, her voice tight with anger. "You think I don't notice ? "

"Oh, here we go. " Maeve lets out a sharp, humorless laugh.

"You used to hate him!" Elena presses, stepping forward. "You used to tell me how he disgusted you, how you wanted to get away from him. And now? Now you defend him. You-"

"Stop. " Maeve mutters, voice low. But Elena doesn't stop.

"You let him back in, Maeve. You let him into your head, into your life-" She says. Maeve's jaw clenches, muscles flexing.

"You're always like this, judging me. " She cuts in, voice. Elena freezes.

"You know what's funny? " Elena's voice trembles, but it cuts deep. "You act like you were forced into this, like you had no choice. But you did. You always had a choice. "

Maggie's hands grip the edge of the heavy oak table in the center of the room and with a single effortless motion, she flips it over like it's made of paper.

The crash is deafening.

Elena jumps back, eyes wide.

Wine glasses shatter, plates clatter, the impact sending shards skidding across the floor.

Maeve stands there, chest rising and falling, hands shaking.

Elena stares at her, she looks afraid. Maeve notices. And that kills something inside her.

"You're always afraid. " Her voice breaks through the silence, raw and bitter. "Afraid of what I can do, of what I am." She adds.

"That's not-" Elena begins.

"You think I don't see it ? " Maggie laughs, shaking her head. "You flinch every time I lose my temper. You act like I'm some bomb waiting to go off. You want me to hold back, to shrink myself down, to pretend I'm just like you. "

"Homelander doesn't. " Maggie admits.

"What ? " Elena tenses.

"He never did. " Maeve mutters. "He likes my strength. He encourages it. He told me to stop pretending you know.. to stop hiding parts of myself just to make other people comfortable. I didn't listen at that time but he was right. "

Elena's lips part, shock giving way to something colder.

"Did you sleep with him ? " She asks he girlfriend.

The words land like a slap. Maggie doesn't answer right away.

And that's an answer in itself.

"Oh my God. " Elena exclaims stepping back.

Maggie runs a hand through her hair, jaw tight. "Elena-" But Elena is already shaking her head.

"You're lost. You don't even see it. " She says to Maggie, tears on her cheeks.

[ A few days later ]

[ Vought Tower ]

The doors swing open, and Stormfront strides in like she owns the place. Which considering her numbers of Vought's shares isn't that far form the truth.

"Surprise !" She calls out, arms spread wide, a cocky grin plastered across her face. "Looks like you got room for one more. " She says.

The conference room falls into stunned silence. Homelander's eyes narrow and he shares a knowing look with Ashley. They've known she was coming, now that Ashley replaced Madelyn she's informed of these kinds of move. And of course she reports everything to Homelander. Starlight's jaw clenches, not liking the look Stormfront gives to Homelander.

Kimiko is supposed to be next in line. She earned it. And she will be. Vought might have other plans but Homelander is playing too.

Stan Edgar personally approved Stormfront's induction. No warning, no discussion.

Maeve exhales sharply, already rubbing her temples. "Great. " She mutters already.

[ A week later ]

[ The Dawn of the Seven film set ]

Stormfront doesn't waste time. She doesn't play it subtle.

From the moment she joins the cast, she latches onto Homelander.

"Big fan. " She says, lingering too close, eyes practically devouring him. "Always knew we'd make a great team. " She adds.

Homelander looks at her intrigued. She isn't afraid of him. She flirts openly. Boldly.

Hand on his arm, fingers trailing just a little too long. Compliments dripping with double meaning.

In front of everyone. Starlight seethes. Maeve watches, unimpressed.

Stormfront just smirks, eyes flicking between them. She sees it. The jealousy. The tension. The unspoken claims.

"Relax, ladies. There's plenty of him to go around. " She purrs, leaning forward.

After filming a particularly boring scene, Starlight blocks Stormfront's path. They're alone in one of the, no cameras, catching this moment.

"Oh ? What's this, sweetheart ?" Stormfront tilts her head, smirking.

"You need to back off. " Starlight says, voice firm, unwavering. She respect and likes Maeve that's why she tolerates her closeness with him, but this Stormfront. She can't stand her.

Stormfront's smirk widens. "Ohhh. I see." She takes a step closer invasive.

"You're here to mark your territory. " She says mockingly but Starlight doesn't flinch.

"Homelander is mine. " She states clearly. "He's the father of my child, and I don't care what game you think you're playing, you're not part of it. " Starlight finishes.

For a moment, Stormfront just studies her. Then she laughs.

"Jesus, you really think I give a shit ?" Stormfront scoffs. "This isn't some high school drama, blondie. "

Her expression darkens, a cruel amusement flickering behind her eyes.

"Him knocking you up ? That's a good thing for us, for our race." She shrugs.

Stormfront's gaze flicks downward toward her stomach then back up, something almost reverent in her eyes.

Starlight stiffens. "You-" Her breath catches.

"You're doing something beautiful for our people. " Stormfront says.

Stormfront grins. She steps even closer, voice dropping into something almost conspiratorial.

"You don't get it, do you ?" She purrs. "You're just the beginning. The first of many. "

"You're delusional. " Starlight's hands curl into fists.

"Am I ? You've seen him, Annie. He's perfect. A god among men, Superior. " Stormfront chuckles, a slow, languid smile spreads across her lips.

"And you think I wouldn't want to bear his children ?" Her voice dips, almost mocking. "His strong, blond-haired, blue-eyed children ?"

"It's what the world needs. More like him. Fewer like them. " Stormfront adds.

Starlight's pulse pounds in her ears from her words.

"Maybe I should thank you. For showing him how important this is. How important it is to keep our kind going. To make sure their kind doesn't infect the future. " Stormfront says with conviction.

Starlight sees red. She doesn't think.

Her fist collides with Stormfront's jaw, sending her crashing into the caravan with a violent crack, denting it.

"Now we're talking. " Stormfront's grin grows as she spit a bit of blood om the ground, electricity crackling between her fingers.

Stormfront barely has time to push herself off before Maeve suddenly is on her. A brutal punch to the ribs.

Stormfront grunts, stumbling forward, but Starlight is already there.

A blast of searing white light erupts from her palms, hitting Stormfront square in the chest and launching her back into Maeve's waiting grasp.

She grabs Stormfront by the hair, yanking her head back before slamming her knee into her face, blood splatters against her knee and on the ground.

"You talk too much." Maeve growls, driving her fist into Stormfront's gut.

Stormfront coughs violently, choking on blood. She tries to lift her hands, electricity crackling at her fingertips but Starlight sees it coming.

Another concentrated blast of light, straight into Stormfront's face as she screams.

Maeve grabs her by the throat, lifting her off the ground.

A punch. Another. And another.

Stormfront's head snaps back violently, eyes rolling as her body finally goes limp.

Then Maeve smirks, glancing at Starlight.

"Not bad girl. " She says, rolling her shoulders.

"You weren't too bad yourself. " Starlight teases, brushing blood off her sleeve.

Fighting alongside Maeve felt good. Like they were unstoppable together.

A slow clap echoes through the hallway. Maeve and Starlight whip around. Homelander floats a bit above the ground, arms crossed.

"Really, girls ? " His tone is light, almost amused.

"Well, well... " He muses, stepping closer. "You girls sure did a number on her. " He says, observing the beat up Stormfront.

Homelander glances down at Stormfront's unconscious body, then back up at them. And then he smiles. Proud of his women.

"But now, I've got to clean this mess up. " He sighs, glancing at Stormfront's beaten, bloodied form.

He steps past them, crouching beside her, studying her like a problem to be solved.

"One way or another." He says quietly.

[ Vought Tower ]

[ Basement Holding Cells ]

The dim overhead light flickers, casting long shadows over the reinforced containment unit. Inside, Stormfront lies unconscious, slumped against the cold metal floor, her face a swollen, bloody mess.

Homelander stands with his arms crossed, staring at her. His expression is unreadable, but his fingers drum impatiently against his bicep. He can't keep her here for long.

Ashley stands beside him, shifting nervously.

"She's still out. " Ashley notes. Homelander doesn't respond, he's considering the mess at his feet.

"Obviously, we can't just let her go after what happened. And keeping her locked up forever isn't exactly possible. " Ashley clears her throat, trying to sound more confident than she feels.

"You got a point, Ash ? " Homelander glances at her, unimpressed. Ashley licks her lips, then straightens.

"Yeah. I do." She adjusts the tablet in her hands, swiping through some files.

"I've been keeping an eye on Godolkin University, scouting for potential recruits. You know, just in case we need some fresh blood." She pauses, then smirks. "And I think I found someone who could be very useful right about now. " She adds.

"Oh ?" Homelander's brow lifts slightly. Ashley taps on the screen, bringing up a file.

"Her name's Cate Dunlap. " She says.

"Telepathy with compelling abilities. Huh." He reads out loud.

"Not just any psychic suggestion, she's not like that pathetic Messmer.. She can push thoughts directly into people's heads. Make them do anything she wants. " Ashley presses, her excitement growing.

"If anyone can erase that racist psycho's memories ? It's her." She gestures toward Stormfront's unconscious body.

"Now that, is an idea Ashley. But why just erasing her memories when we can rewire her brain, make her useful... " He says, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his lips.

"So… should I make the call ?" Ashley asks as she watches him carefully.

"Bring her in." Homelander nods.

[ Godolkin University ]

Sixteen-years old Cate Dunlap doesn't expect the black SUV waiting for her outside campus.

She's barely left her dorm when a woman, Ashley's assistant, ironically called Ashley, comes to her.

She hands her a folder.

"Cate Dunlap." She says, voice clipped. "Vought has an opportunity for you."

Cate raises an eyebrow, flipping the folder open. Inside, a contract. A lucrative one.

Her pulse quickens. She'd always known Vought recruited Godolkin students for working with them, but why her ? Why now ?

Then she sees the last page. A personal note from Homelander.

'Cate,

Your abilities are impressive. I have a job for you one that only someone with your talents can handle. If you're interested, come to Vought Tower. Let's talk.'

A slow smile curls on her lips.

"Well. How could I say no ?" She says, closing the folder.

[ Vought Tower ]

Cate is led into a private suite, high above the city. Even as she stands in the private suite, she can't shake the feeling of unreality.

She doesn't have to wait long before the doors open and he steps inside, Ashley tailing him obediently.

Homelander. Larger than life.

She's seen him on TV, in commercials, in movies. But standing here, in front of her it's different.

His presence is suffocating. Commanding. He moves with absolute confidence, absolute control.

Cate swallows, watching as he approaches.

"Cate, so glad you accepted my invitation. " He says smoothly, his blue eyes locking onto hers.

"Well, when Homelander sends you an invitation, you show up. " She forces a smirk, masking her nerves.

"Smart girl." He chuckles his blue eyes locking onto hers. His gaze lingers, scanning her face, her posture, her expression.

She's tall, with long straight blonde hair that cascades over her shoulders, framing her sharp cheekbones and full lips. She's dressed casually, dark jeans she hugging her small hips perfectly, accentuating the smooth curve of her waist and the toned shape of her legs and ass. The simple black top form-fitting, hinting at the small but well formed breast beneath. Her hands are gloved, a deep, rich red tailored to fit like a second skin.

She smirks slightly, shifting her weight to one side, exuding confidence as he observe her.

"And even more stunning in person." Homelander chuckles and smiles charmingly at her, her cheeks heating slightly.

He gestures toward a tablet on the table. Stormfront's file, including her history of violence as Liberty.

"Take a look. " He tells her.

"You know who she is ?" He asks.

"Hard to miss. She's all over social media. " Cate glances at the screen, then shrugs, trying to sound casual before reading the rest, her eyes widening as she discovered the hidden face of Stormfront.

Homelander steps closer, just enough to make her feels his presence behind her.

" She's a problem. " He says softly. " And I think you can fix her Cate." He adds, laying a hand on her shoulder firm but gentle.

"You want me to fix her ? How ? " Cate glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow questioningly.

Homelander smiles but there's something cold behind it, something the young woman doesn't detect.

"Oh, Cate.." He whispers, brushing past her to pick up the tablet, just barely grazing her arm as he does. "You can rehabilitate her, thanks to your powers you can make her useful for the Seven. Someone good. " He says. Cate inhales sharply, pulse quickening.

"You mean... You want me to rewrite her." She says hesitating, realization dawning on her.

"Exactly. " Homelander's smile deepens.

Stormfront is restrained in the chair, still groggy. Cate stands before her, flexing her fingers as Ashley holds her gloves.

Homelander observes from the side, arms crossed.

"No mistakes, Cate. I need her completely… reprogrammed, ready to comply and listen to me, the leader of the Seven." He says smoothly, uncaring of the ethical implications.

"No pressure, huh ?" Cate exhales slowly.

She steps forward, placing her hands on Stormfront's temples. A pulse of psychic energy surges from her.

Stormfront's eyes flutter, then snap opem as Cate begins to dig into her mind.

Memories flood her mind.

Marching boots. Red banners. The rise of the Reich. Frederick Vought.

Cate grits her teeth, pushing deeper. Erasing. Rewriting. Molding her into something new.

Stormfront's body jerks, a choked gasp leaving her lips. She thrashes against the restraints. Her mouth opens in a silent scream. Homelander watches, unblinking.

Cate sees Stormfront's past unfolding in layers, rotten and vile. Experimenting on prisoners. Training under SS officers. Laughing as bodies were incinerated.

"You don't need this. " Cate whispers to he mind.

"You're not this person. You're not a Nazi. You serve Homelander. You're loyal to him." She compel her, slowly brainwashing her.

Cate's heartbeat pounds. Her fingers tremble, sweat forming at her brow, her eyes going bloodshot.

She's never done something like this before, not on this level, not on someone this powerful, someone so old.

But she won't fail. And somehow, that thought excites her. For once she's allowed to use her powers without being judged or feared.

Cate pushes harder.

A sickening, twisting pull and then, like a dam breaking, the memories shatter.

Stormfront's body slumps.

Cate staggers, gasping, vision blurry, exhausted but triumphant as Homelander catches her in his arms, keeps her from falling. She's never felt this drained, she turns to him, a flicker of pride in her eyes.

"I did it. It worked." She says, her voice tired.

Homelander steps forward, tilting Stormfront's chin up. Her eyes are unfocused, dazed. Homelander grins.

"Good girl." He says his gaze on Cate. She meets his eyes, pulse quickening. Something flickering between them.

Admiration. Hunger. Power.

Soon they're alone, Ashley back to her work and Stormfront sent to her apartment and told to wait for him.

"Follow me. " He says to Cate.

"Okay. " Her voice sounds meek, but Homelander can hear a touch of excitement in it.

Which is why, when they reaches the bedroom, he stops and turns around, he moves close to her, such that his muscular chest is inches from her face.

"You're a very pretty girl. " He rumbles in her ear. "You're more than pretty, you're sexy. " She probably didn't hear that a lot.

Cate blushes again, and clearly not just at the compliment. Homelander took that as his cue to lean down and kiss her, gently but insistently, his broad hand on her lower back.

She seems to melt in his arms, her head tilting back to receive his kiss, her mouth opening to his tongue, her torso leaning back to allow his hand to fondle her breast through her black top as his other arm, encircling her lower back, hold her to him.

"Mmm.. you are one hot young woman." John says as the kiss end.

She react to his compliment in the way that girls her age sometimes dl when Homelander is alone with them: She begins to undress, wanting to show him more of her body. She pulls off her fitted top, then undid her pink bra and let it fall to the floor. Her small breasts and pink nipples making him harder.

Homelander thinks the girl's tits are adorable and pulls Cate to him to kiss her again as he gently fondles them. It takes only moments for his fingertips to bring her nipples to stiff attention, so he soon moves one hand lower, down her stomach and under the waistbands of her jeans and panties to find her pussy. He cups it in his hand and squeezes it gently, feeling its wet heat in his palm.

He takes his hands off Cate's body for a moment to get rid of his suit. Although he's looking down, he can feel Cate's gaze travel down his muscular chest to his six-pack stomach as he expose them.

Homelander shrug off the shirt and tosses it aside. Then he pulls Cate to him for another kiss, this time savoring the feeling of her perky teenage breasts against his bare chest as his hand travels down her naked back.

His other hand join it, and when the kiss is finished, Homelander unbutton then push Cate's jeans down and off. Now she stands before him in just her panties, which are pale pink with a little white bow on the front of the waistband.

"These look cute on you. " Homelander says, fingering the waistband. "But right now, I think they'll look even better on the floor."

He have pulled them down to her ankles when Cate says, "Wait. I-I'm not on birth control."

"You making your boyfriend wear condoms? Or hasn't he taken you to bed yet ?" Homelander smiles.

"We-We haven't done…that." She replies. John put his hand to Cate's face, his fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw.

"Well, it's high time you did 'that' " He rumbles before pulling her panties down to her ankles.

He don't even bother addressing her feeble protest regarding birth control. He knows it's a token statement, something she feels she has to put on the record before nature took its course.

He straighten up and kisses her deeply. As he do, he cups her ass in his big hands and lifts her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist, her panties dangling from one ankle.

Then he press her back against the bedroom wall and use one hand to position his cock. Then, slowly but powerfully, he push his hips forward.

"Hnnnm~~! " Cate grunts into his mouth. Homelander knows that sound intimately, as there is virtually no way to penetrate a virgin girl with a cock the size of his without hurting her at least a little if she's not be prepared for a long while.

So once he bottom out in her, he kiss her deeply and starts fucking her very gently. He keeps up that slow pace for minutes, letting Cate's pussy get use to his size. She makes little whimpers of pain into his mouth at first, but at the same time, she don't try to put a stop to things; on the contrary, she kiss him with increasing passion. And over the minutes, those little muffled whimpers gradually becomes muffled moans. Then Cate begins working her hips against his, helping him fuck her instead of merely letting him.

Only when these signs makes it clear that Cate's pleasure have won out over her pain did Homelander begins fucking her faster. And when he do, she moves faster, too, until she is exerting herself so much that she have to break off from kissing him and pant for breath in his ear.

"Oh God~" She manage between breaths. "Oh God… yes~"

"Mmm, you're a natural." Homelander says. "Born to fuck."

He switches from steady strokes to deep, powerful thrusts that pushed Cate's ass hard against the wall each time. The girl switching from panting and moaning to making short, loud gasps.

"Mmmhhh…that's…good. " Homelander grunts . "Take it good.. and deep…"

"Yes, so deep... " Cate whimpers between thrusts.

"Try it on me. " He says and she clamps down on him from surprise.

"You're serious~?" Cate asks, her voice melodious as he keeps pounding her pussy.

"Go on, tell me to do something. " Hs whispers. She reaches out her mind pushing.

"Kiss me again. " The command is clear. The order is given. But nothing happens.

She tries pushing deeper, commanding every fiber of his being to obey.

Nothing. He doesn't move.

His gaze never breaks from hers.

"Guess I should've known. " Cate quips. "The great Homelander. Untouchable." She adds.

He lifts a hand from her ass, tucking a loose strand hair sticking to her sweaty skin behind her ear.

"That's right. " He answers, his dick going deeper, grazing repeating the entrance of her womb.

He keeps this up for a little longer, forcing his cockhead against Cate's cervix again and again. He pick up his pace and starts fucking faster.

Homelander's big hands gripping Cate's ass hard, marking it as he plow the girl, grunting from fucking her tight virginal pussy so fast and so forcefully.

Cate doesn't realize just how close she came to death. If she had succeeded, if she had managed to make him do something.

Her head would be on the floor before she even understood what happened.

"Ah~!" Cate shout out.

Her arms and legs grips him more powerfully than the girl's size would suggest is possible, and her pussy seize the base of his cock like it never want to let go.

Homelander grunts in her ear and shoots a big load up into her, his cock pressing hard enough against her cervix to force it open and shoot its load up into her deepest place. Cate screaming even louder and flailing wildly in his arms as the sensation makes her already powerful climax even more intense.

When it's over, he stays where he is, holding the panting girl close, gently pressing her body between his own body and the wall still buried in her. He feels her chest pushing him forward and back slightly as it expand and contract with her breathing.

"So, seems you liked that.." He rumbles in her ear.

"Y- Yes. " She answers, still panting.

"I liked it, too." He retorts. She didn't say anything for a long moment.

Then, when she had mostly caught her breath, she asks. "Could we…do it again, some time ?"

He takes one hand off her ass, using the other to support her as he strokes her blonde hair.

"Of course. As much as you want." Then he glances at the clock on his nightstand. "But right now, we'd better get you back to Godolkin. We wouldn't want your boyfriend wondering where you are.." He adds In a conspiratorial tone.

He loves the look that blossoms on her face, the look of a girl who just discovered the joy of cucking her weaksauce teenage boyfriend with a studly grown man.

"Nope, wouldn't want that." She says with a breathless smile.

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Might be last chapter for a while.

On another note, i can't fucking wait for thursday. Conquest is here worm, it's gonna be fire 🥰