That's What She Said

It had been a week since your unceremonious suspension, and all the tv, video games, books, and doomscrolling that normally you'd relish binging instead of work, had failed to distract you from the looming threat of severance.

It might have helped if you'd been able to get in contact with Klara, but she'd been avoiding you.

Hey, been missing you. Wonder if you'd like to come by, maybe help me with what's going on?

Sorry, after what happened with the big man, you're kind of a social pariah, so I need to keep my distance, hope you understand. Was the only response you'd received, you understood she had appearances to keep up, but this was starting to seem a bit personal.

As if summoned from the ether, your phone dinged, alerting you to a new text message, not many people had your number, so you didn't think as you opened it, only just seeing the unregistered number with just the words, You Deserve This.

Under it was a link that you tapped after a moment, you screen filling with a video feed.

Stormfront was annoyed, this should've been easy. It was as close to a victory as she considered it, Homelander's lips hard against her neck as she panted into his ear, her face flushed, and heart racing. Her blonde-haired, blue-eyed superman, the living image of her ideals, perfection incarnate, minus a few little flaws here and there, but that's what she was for, to help him, to guide him to his ultimate place as the supreme being among humanity, at least those deserving of his presence, as for the others, they would taste his fury.

So why, fucking why, did she have this niggling feeling in her chest? She certainly found him attractive, aforementioned features only made her heart race and pussy drip, muscles as hard as steel, check, a jawline chiseled from granite, affirmative, massive bulging cock designed to stretch her open and hit every sweet spot at once, surpassed expectations.

It couldn't be guilt, while she cared for Nick, it was easy for her to say that she loved her initial husband, Fredrick more, even now she held their memories dearest to her, and that hadn't stopped her for dragging multiple partners into her bed and between her legs, hell, she started an entire annual orgy with one of them!

Was it the baby growing inside her? Even with Chloe, she hadn't marketed herself as a mother, a supe first and foremost, but now she had another child within her, and while she certainly enjoyed the rougher sex, was part of her trying to restrain her, to protect the child in her womb?

Whatever it was, she didn't like it, the annoying little seed festering in her chest, so she did what she normally did when she was unhappy.

She shoved Homelander away, who for his part seemed genuinely confused as she smirked at him.

"Enough with the soft shit, I'm not some fragile little doll, not like those people out there, not like Stillwell, not like-" She stopped herself, remembering that Homelander nor anyone else had mentioned his 'affair' with the woman who birthed his son Ryan, no one save Nick. "I'm not like them, aren't you tired of holding yourself back, having to let someone else set the pace. I can take it; you don't have to worry about me." Stormfront said, her eyes darkening as she sauntered towards him, tugging at her collar.

Homelander seemed momentarily stunned before his eyes lit up before he shook his head.

"Stop being such a pussy and laser my fucking tits!" Stormfront ordered, ripping the front of her costume open, revealing her immaculate chest, or at least immaculate before Homelander responded to her chiding, beams of molten red carving into her skin, the agony and extasy washing away whatever was wriggling in her subconscious.

"Harder, oh fuck just like that!" She moaned, throwing her head back as she came.

You were confused, to say the least, was this real or some deepfake AI bullshit? No, if someone was going to fake two members of The Seven having what would pass as heavy S&M play, you wouldn't be the first to hear about it, it would be plastered on every news outlet within the hour. So, the next question was whether this was a live feed or recorded.

It didn't surprise you for a second that The Seven had cameras in their rooms, Vought believed in available access to their products at all times, hence the trackers, the rooms inside the tower, the illusion of privacy was just another step along the path.

The lighting in the windows matched your own, so a live feed seemed more likely, but hardly conclusive. Even more so, it definitely looked like Homelander's room, which was on both a different level, obviously, but also a different side, you remembered how the windows faced the sunrise.

Stormfront squealed as Homelander slammed her against a stone pillar, shattering part of the stonework, and sending more cracks splintering through it with each thrust, the Übermensch acting like he wanted to break through her cervix and fuck into her womb, or maybe through her, doing his best to crush her soaking core like the stonework behind her.

"That all you got, gramps? I want to ruin this entire wall; I want a team to have to spend weeks and millions of dollars to fix where you fucked me through it. I want every person to come in here to see my ass print carved into the wall!" Stormfront stated as Homelander winced, the first female Supe squeezing him between her thighs, slowly matching his pace and overtaking it as she knocked him back, riding him on the way down as she took control.

"I want them to know this is how we fucked; how two superior beings break the ground just by having sex." Stormfront had totally taken control of the pace as each downwards clap of her ass resounded off the floor.

Homelander didn't back down, his hands holding her tightly as he bounced her on his cock, the pace reaching a rabid fervancy, his dick pumeling her pussy into submission before he stilled, jerking for a second as Stomfront felt his seed erupting inside her with the force of a shotgun.

You were unsure how the revelation of your girlfriend's cheating made you feel. Honestly, you didn't care, the idea of her having sex with whomever didn't hurt you anymore than the idea of sleeping with someone other than her.

Having said that, you couldn't help the flashes of irritation at how much she was enjoying the act itself. You could feel the unspoken challenge in Homelander's efforts, and the taunting words of Stormfront.

It didn't help that Stormfront had neglected to mention this.

Stormfront bobbed her head on his cum-covered cock, coiling her tongue around every square inch of his beautiful manhood. She was all too happy to taste their mixed juices, making sure Homelander's cock was clean as he thrust into her mouth, using her lips to get all the jizz off.

He pulled her free with one hand, lifting her up as he casually tossed her into a wooden table, shattering it beneath her, splinters digging into her back as he stood over her, hunching down as he rammed into her, both shoving his previous load out of the way as it splattered down her front into her smiling mouth, and nearly folding her in half.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fucking break me, oh God no one fucks me like this!" Stormfront cheered, Homelander yanking his cock out as she came, her needy hole clenching at air.

Rather than waiting for her to ride her finish, Homelander stepped over her, careful placing a boot on her head, careful not to crush her literally, but with enough weight she was very aware of it as he kept pluggig away at her.

"Take it you worthless bitch, take my cock!" He growled as Stormfront felt a second orgasm chase her first away, eclipsing it.

While your piddling annoyance was set aside, you certainly felt no arousal from the scene in front of you, the idea of pulling your cock out to jerk it a faraway idea.

No, your time was better spent trying to figure out who'd sent you the link in the first place.

You certainly had a growing list of detractors, Starlight and the Boys, Ashley, A-Train, even Edgar remained a possibility, although this didn't seem his style. You couldn't even remove the possibility of Homelander sending it to you, bragging at his accomplishment.

Stormfront didn't know how long they'd fucked, but the room around them had the scars to prove it. Broken tables, bookcases, shattered stonework, a chandelier on its side on the floor, sparks raining down on them as they hovered in the air, Homelander holding her as he drove himself into her.

"Oh baby, just like that, hold me, hold me just like that." Stormfront cried, pressing her chest against his, her arms looped around his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, the lovers cuddlefucking.

If the growing puddle beneath them was any indication, they'd been in this position for quite some time, and Stormfront still couldn't help but smile as she felt him twitch one last time, her body wringing his final load out as it dripped to the floor below.