The Calm Before The Storm

As soon as you and Rebecca entered the bedroom, she pressed her lips onto yours, slid her tongue into your mouth, and pulled your pants down. In a minute, both you and her were completely naked.

Your wife moaned while rubbing her body on your chest: "Fill me up with your seed, Billy. I won't leave this bed without a baby on the way."

You paused for a second. There was a question, a flicker of hesitation, a fleeting moment of doubt that needed an answer.

"Are you sure?" You whispered in a low, guttural rumble. You had to ask. You had to know, with absolute certainty, that this was what she wanted.

"I'm sure," Rebecca nodded determinedly. "I want to have your baby, sweetheart."

You answered her request by lowering onto hers. You positioned yourself at her entrance, then with a swift move, buried your cock inside her in one deep, powerful thrust. She cried out a sharp, startled sound of pleasure, her body arching under the force of your invasion.

You started to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Every thrust was faster than the previous. Her hips pushed back against your move, her inner muscles clenching around your cock, trying to pull it deeper. Her pussy was a tight, wet, hot entrance that enveloped your cock completely, but somehow it didn't feel as good as before.

Your gaze fell upon her face. Her eyes closed, her lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure. Suddenly, what Homelander said earlier echoed in your mind.

The forty-fourth floor is where Vought executives release their stress with a partner. Miller is having fun with your wife right now.

You shook your head, trying to suppress your doubt. Rebecca was your wife for five years, while you just met Homelander today. There was no reason to trust a stranger more than your wife.

Your hips moved faster, your thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more erratic. You were fucking your wife with a desperate, primal need, using it as a conduit for all the frustration, all the fear, all the doubts that were haunting your mind. Soon, you were pushed to the edge of the climax.

Rebecca felt that too. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper, her nails digging into your lower back. The new angle allowed your cock to enter the deepest part of her, the sacred place where new lives were nurtured.

You could feel the tension coiling in your balls, the ache of a storage that was about to overflow. Your cock twitched violently, ready to burst. One more thrust and it would pump a huge load into your wife. An amount sufficient to knock her up ten times over.

"Cum for me, Billy. Make. Me. Pregnant!" She growled, half like a plea, half like a command.

With a grunt, you came hard the second time in this night. Thick ropes of semen splashed on Rebecca's uterus wall, and she felt your hot seed flood everywhere inside her, desperately looking for an egg to fertilize. Her body began to convulse, a long, shuddering wave of pleasure that wracked her from head to toe. She let out a loud groan, arched her back as she momentarily lost control of her body.

For a long while, your bodies locked together, your ragged breathing the only sound in the quiet room.

Slowly, you pulled out of her. Both of you collapsed onto the bed beside each other. You felt like every ounce of energy was sapped from your body.

"I love you, Billy," Rebecca whispered, the words a soft, heartfelt confession.

Your heart clenched. "I love you too." You whispered back, but in your mind, the image of a certain blonde superhero was still lingering.

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At the Vought Tower.

Madelyn Stillwell jumped out of her chair: "YOU LET A STRANGER CUM INSIDE YOU? ON A DANGEROUS DAY? WITHOUT CONTRACEPTIVES?"

Homelander remained calm. She rubbed her belly while chuckling: "No need to be so loud. I can perfectly hear you."

Realizing the one sitting opposite her shouldn't be messed with, Madelyn lowered her voice: "I know I can't interfere with your sex life, but please think about the consequences. We had spent a huge amount of money and effort to cover up scandals of The Seven. The last thing we need is that our greatest hero gives birth out of wedlock. Can you consider an abortion, please?"

Homelander stood up: "If I get pregnant, I'll keep this baby. That's the final decision."

Seeing the superhero walk toward the door, Madelyn asked: "Can you at least tell me the name of the father?"

Homelander answered without turning back: "You will know eventually. He's a brave man; he won't abandon the baby because of me."