It's Gavin show, all for Victoria

Gavin admired his newfound resolve, and figured that Victoria's blowjob had strengthened himself for this moment. Sweat poured from him out of exertion, but seemingly inexhaustible reserves of energy pushed him further. He felt stronger, faster, and, perhaps if persuaded, like he could leap a tall building in a single bound. This power also held the limp and wet Victoria in its grasp, her face awash in a pleasure overload exemplified by a slack-jawed mouth and half-lidded eyes. Her inviting breasts wobbled deliciously, rising above her svelte body that shone with her own sweat. Occasionally, she would raise an arm against his, with the lightest of touches landing on his shoulder, but that apparently sapped her strength enough that it would fall into the crook of his elbow. Gone were the minutes of Victoria clawing into his skin; now she just remained a passenger to Gavin's trip.

He sensed Victoria's desire to be closer, so, with a grunt, he hefted her into his lap. She squealed at the sudden shift, especially with him still at home inside of her, but their skin contact flooded her with a glorious warmth. His hands felt unnaturally robust they pressed into her back, an amazing and happy sensation from an unexpected source. She felt a bit guilty that all she had to offer was a weak hold on his neck and back.

She swung her head back, wanting to catch her lover's face. His hair was damp and matted and his face flushed, but he remained so exquisitely handsome. Gavin had taken the reigns, but everything had revolved around her safety and enjoyment. He could have impaled her to the hilt, taken what he wanted, and be done, like she was sure that Kurt or the myriad of other guys she had dated -- outside of Dustin anyway -- had wanted to do. Zack may have been this gentle, but something lurked inside behind those blue eyes of his that he wasn't as innocent as he seemed. He needed someone bit more capable, she concluded, and Heather or Ashley seemed to fit the bill better than herself. A stentorian curse followed by a banshee shriek from the living room agreed with her thoughts.

Gavin, though ... was perfect. Simply, wonderfully, perfect.

Too perfect in fact. Wait, a flash of rationality argued, bringing along her inquisitive, mystery-solving mind. Something's not right here... Why is this happening?

Then, Gavin met her gaze with loving eyes, and her resistance returned to dust. She leaned back and kissed him fiercely.

"Victoria..." he hissed, parting their lips. "I can't... I'm going to cum..."

Panic widened her eyes. Despite the lusty haze that enveloped them, she knew very well she wasn't on any birth control and Gavin was quite naked inside of her. Unfortunately, she was in no position to launch herself up and away, and her attempts to protest came out as a long, low moan. Then a weird acceptance came over her that suppressed her worries. Gavin was a wonderful boy -- no, man. He was a man, and he would make an equally wonderful father.

"Are you...?" Gavin asked hoarsely. Victoria honestly shook her head, and Gavin gulped.

"Gavin, oh Gavin," she whispered, placing a sweet hand on his cheek. "It's okay... go ahead... I want it."

His mind went blank. Primal drives plunged him deeper than either would've thought possible. His tempo increased along with the volume of those wet smacks of flesh against flesh. She rolled in his lap, and soon felt her leg shake on its own accord. They were going to climax together, like true lovers should.

"Ahhhh, fuck, Victoria!" Gavin roared. He rammed upwards and locked into position, feeling himself empty himself into her. His cock belched thicker and stickier cum than normal, Gavin sensed, some part of his mind still managing to take notes throughout the ordeal.

Victoria's leg spasmed violently, kicking Gavin in the side. "Gavin!" she groaned and clenched. Ripples of muscle coaxed his remaining essence from him, maximizing any chances of fruit born from her womb.

Gavin gasped, being suddenly deflated. His preternatural strength collapsed, and he and Victoria fell to their sides on the mattress.

"Ah!" she squeaked and he slid from her. What felt like warm syrup flowed from her cunt, smelling of pungent molasses. Her vision cleared a bit to see the trickle, a combination of their collective juices, as it poured from her like an overfilled kettle. She saw no evidence of blood, as she had grown to expect, but the ache of his absence strained her muscles. It wasn't painful per se, but it was present.

Gavin draped an arm over her shoulder, snuggling close. She looked up long enough to catch his eyes before a tender kiss met her lips. A lovers' kiss. A kiss that both of them had longed for.

It also had the side effect of maintaining Gavin's erection, something which was impossible for either to ignore. Victoria sensed a fresh moisture between her thighs, and Gavin found himself inhaling some of that lost strength.

"So soon?" Victoria teased, smiling quietly.

"Well, I'd love another dip, my nymph of water," Gavin cooed.

"Smooth," she giggled, before another kiss happily silenced her.