Haile Jordal

Haile wasted no time with subtle foreplay. The moment her lips closed around Michael’s cock, she let out a moan of satisfaction, as if she had finally claimed a forbidden treasure. She attacked him aggressively, sucking hard; her tongue moved in rapid circles that sent shivers down Michael’s spine.

Michael let out a low growl, feeling pleasure surge within him like a warm wave. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she would look into the Green Lantern’s eyes. Haile’s pupils were dilated, her breathing shallow; she was completely mesmerized by the power radiating from him.

“You like it when I take charge, don’t you, Haile?” Michael’s voice was a dangerous whisper, vibrating against her skin as his lips traced a path from the nape of her neck to the curve of her shoulder.

Haile could barely process the words; the sensation of him filling her was the only thing that mattered. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into the muscles of his arm.

“Yes... please... don’t stop!” she begged, her voice breaking. “I want to feel everything, every single inch... destroy me, Michael!”

He let out a low laugh—almost a growl—and gripped her hips with raw force, pinning her against the mattress. The impact was sharp, visceral.

“You’re greedy, little pilot,” he murmured, quickening the pace. “You want to feel the weight of a god inside you? Then feel it. Feel just how completely I can dominate you.” “I’m yours…” she moaned, her head thrown back, her eyes rolling upward as the energy from the ring flickered frantically between pink and white, reacting to her ecstasy. “Deeper… go even deeper!”

With a sharp, sudden movement, Michael turned her around, positioning her on all fours. For a fleeting second, he admired the perfect curve of her buttocks, her skin glistening with sweat under the cold light of the cabin. Without warning, he entered her from behind with a powerful thrust that made the jet’s titanium frame creak.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Haile turned her face, her eyes wide and glistening, seeking his gaze.

“Do you see this?” Michael whispered, each thrust making her shudder. “Your body is begging for me. You’ve surrendered completely.”

“I can’t… think…” she sobbed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. “Michael, I’m going to… I’m going to explode!”

“Don’t you dare get there without my permission,” he ordered, slowing his pace for a cruel moment, just to taunt her.

“Please!” she cried out, moving her hips frantically to regain the rhythm. “Now! Now, Michael!”

“Now!” he roared, abandoning all restraint.

He became an untiring machine of pleasure; his thrusts turned into rapid, deep strokes that reached the very depths of her womb. Haile screamed his name in absolute ecstasy, her entire body wracked by violent spasms as Michael filled her with a massive amount of semen, feeling her inner walls contract around him as if trying to absorb him completely. They collapsed together, the silence of the cabin filled only by heavy breathing and the sound of sweat dripping onto the metal.

Michael rose calmly, his aura of power returning to a state of equilibrium. He dressed with the composure of someone who commands not just the situation, but destiny itself.

“Prepare yourself, Haile,” he said, adjusting his attire. “Let’s see how the island has fared in my absence.”

Neither of them noticed that the ring changed color several times before turning green again—it was as if the ring were reacting to Michael—but they were too focused on the sex.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, still catching her breath, yet with a glint of anticipation in her eyes—already eager for the next command. She quickly donned her flight suit. They were nearly at Themyscira.