Reverse Rape

Homelander didn't give you time to react. The superheroine quickly pressed her body against yours, clasped both of their arms in her hands, and lifted you off the ground.

While you were still shocked at her boldness, she forced you onto a bed nearby, kissed up your neck, licking along your jawline.

"What are you doing? Let me go! I need to find Rebecca!"

She nibbled your earlobe and whispered in your ear, "What I told you is the truth. The forty-fourth floor is where Vought executives release their stress with a partner. Miller is having fun with your wife right now. And you're mine tonight."

Her face was completely in shadow now, but her eyes seemed to glow with a faint sheen. She reached for the buttons of your pants, her fingers moving with a slow, mechanical precision.

"Let me see what you have," she said.

The pants fell to the floor with a soft, heavy thud. Homelander gasped when your cock, free of any restraints, rose high and proud in front of her face. Her hand gently gripped around your girth. A craving twinkled in her burning gaze.

"Wow, what an amazing rod you have down there." She laughed, running a teasing finger up his cock, which made it continue to grow in size. "If I knew this sooner, I would take you for myself. But it's not too late. You're not leaving until I have my fill."

Whatever softness lingered behind her eyes vanished a moment later, once more committed to her game. Before you could protest, she forced her tongue into your mouth, tasting your saliva. You twitched helplessly beneath the mistress.

"Damn, I want to continue the foreplay longer, but my sister down here can't wait!" With a swift move of her finger, Homelander opened a secret zipper of her suit, revealing her pussy. Rubbing her soaking labia against your manhood, she chuckled. "Let's move to the main dish..."

Lifting her hips, she sank down upon your length, watching your head roll back in utter bliss. Squeezing her complex vaginal muscles, she held your cock inside, feeling your hips trying to push up from beneath her. "Good. Most men cum the moment they enter me, but you are different. Let's see how long you can endure."

Rising and falling, she claimed your cock, watching your eyes flutter. She sensed your pleasure, riding until you were brought to the limit, then stopped to see you writhe. In the heat of the passion, she took off her suit and cape, throwing them to the floor. She rocked her hips faster and faster; her big breasts bounced up and down with each move.

"Cum inside me, Billy. I want to feel a load of hot semen fill my uterus!"

Your hands squeezed into fists, trying to endure the stimulating torture from her vagina. After five minutes, she stopped when she felt your manhood didn't twitch wildly inside her like before.

"Oh, you can still hold back? Perhaps I'll need to make you more... willing."

Homelander's eyes glowed red at her words, ready to fire a heat ray.

Facing the death threat, you looked directly at her eyes without the slightest sign of fear. Realizing that she couldn't threaten you, the red glow in Homelander's eyes dimmed. She chuckled. "What a brave man you are. I can tell you aren't afraid of me. That makes me more curious. If you don't cum, what other option will I have?"

Her hand ran down your chest: "Tell me, what turned you on the most? Having sex in a car? Doing it in public? Try for a baby?"

When hearing the phrase "try for a baby", your heart suddenly beat faster. A devious smile flashed through Homelander's face.

She took out a blister pack of pills from beneath the pillow: "Do you know what this is?"

You shook your head while gritting your teeth to resist the pleasure.

"You see, Supes have different metabolism, so normal drugs won't last long on us. This is a birth control pill specially made for Supes. I used them frequently these days, so this is the last batch I have. It took half a year to replenish the supply."

Homelander closed her fingers, and all the pills turned into powder. She blew the remaining dust away and laughed: "Now the last failsafe is gone. My fertile uterus is defenseless."

You tried to be calm, but your body betrayed you. Your cock grew large, while your balls contracted, ready to send your gene carriers. A voice in your head told you to cum. To breed your mate. To make a woman's belly swell with your child. Conflicting natures waged a war within your head, tearing your mind apart.

"Ah, there it is. I know you too well." She smirked, hips moving with an agonizing slowness. "Was that a twitch I felt? Of course it was. Tell me, does the thought of impregnating me please you? Do you want me to bear your child?"

You groaned, trying to stop pushing yourself deeper into her. Despite your plea, every instinct screamed in submission to release your seed. The feeling of her super loins was far too exquisite to endure. Every movement of her hips sent a burning pleasure through your cock, her pace maddeningly slow.

Homelander smirked as her plan succeeded. She decided to give you another push: "Yes, perhaps this is the only chance in your life to breed a super heroine. How many men will pay anything to be in your place right now, I wonder? Billions, I think. And maybe you already knew, but I'm against abortion," she lied, "If you successfully put a child into my belly, I have no choice but give birth to it. I may even have to quit my hero job. You craved that, didn't you? Ruining the career of the greatest hero in the world? It's a shame you still refuse to cum."

Sensing your cock moved closer and closer to her cervix, Homelander changed her cruel smirk into a seducting one. Now, it was time to claim what was hers. "Squirm, Billy. Show me your breeding nature. Imagine a child in my belly. Be my breeder!"

You let out a groan, every muscle tightening as you were finally unable to stop your orgasm. Out of instinct, you grabbed her big tits, clenching your fists as if you wanted to squeeze milk out of them. Nothing came out, but nine months later, things would no longer be the same.

She trembled in pure ecstasy, lips parted as she felt loads after loads sprayed into her womb, sinking down fully to take his seed as deeply as possible. Her pussy squeezed your shaft tightly, milking every last drop. When your cock, she caressed her belly like a conquering empress.

"So this is the feeling of being bred by a man," she thought to herself, making a satisfied smile.

Homelander fell atop you, panting, her pussy contracting in spasms around your still-hard cock. You reluctantly put your arms around her and held her, feeling her shuddering body cradled against your skin

She leaned her head against your shoulder, her nose pressed into the crook of your neck. Her breath was warm against your skin. "Just stay still," she told you as she lay beside you, tired and damp after the intense lovemaking

After a long time, Homelander slowly stood up, her blue eyes looking at you with a cold, incurious sort of satisfaction. She reached down and touched the white liquid running down her thighs, then put her finger on her mouth and licked with a grin.

"Now you can leave. I am still weary from my hero work and wish to sleep."

You managed to pick your pants before she pushed you out of the door. As she turned back and walked toward the bed, you couldn't help but ask: "About the pills... you are teasing me, aren't you?"

"Maybe?" Her voice sounded half-serious, half-joking. "If you really want to know, you can monitor my belly on TV for the next nine months."

The door clicked shut behind her, and the yellow light of the lobby lit, leading straight to the elevator.

By the time you reached the hallway, the band had stopped playing, and most of the guests had left.

Rebecca was waiting by the main doors, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. Her hair had come down at the sides, two wet strands clinging to her cheeks.

"Where were you?" she asked. She didn't sound angry, just tired. "I looked everywhere. Miller said I'll be promoted to Senior Producer in the spring. I wanted you to be the first to hear this wonderful news."

"I was upstairs looking for you." You acted as if nothing happened. "Let's go home to celebrate your promotion."

You and her didn't say anything on the way back to the car. Only when the vehicle entered the avenue did your wife continue to speak.

"Would you like to celebrate with a passionate night?" she said and reached for your arm. "We don't have to worry about money anymore. It's time for us to try for a baby."

Your eyebrows twitched when you heard the phrase "try for a baby". You replied in a monotone.

"Sure."