The New Mutants, Captive [pt. IV]

Spyke crouched in the far corner of the ballroom, hopefully hidden beside the last bed in the row, a fair distance from the others.

His earlier resolve, that righteous surge of willpower to resist the temptation around him, was nothing more than a forgotten dream now—laughable in hindsight. Five minutes, that was all it had taken. Five damn minutes. Now here he was, hunched over, balls deep in a maid whose jiggly, luscious body was pressed firmly against the floor beneath him. She was old enough to be his mother, but the sheer wrongness of it only made it hotter, his cock throbbing in her tight, welcoming heat.

Her ass was huge, soft and gushy, the kind of thick that rolled with every thrust he gave. It rippled beneath his fingers, the way her cheeks clapped together in perfect rhythm with his frantic pounding making his head spin. The weight of her body pinned to the ground felt so good beneath him, her plush thighs and watermelon-sized breasts squashed into the shiny palace tiles as he rutted into her with reckless abandon. Her ass lifted slightly with each thrust, her fat, inviting cheeks jiggling as they bounced back into his hips. Every time he pushed into her, he felt the wet, tight squeeze of her hot pussy clenching around his mutant cock, pulling him in deeper, making him want to go faster, harder, more.

All that angst, all that internal wrestling about right and wrong, about being an X-Man, about staying true to his morals—it had evaporated the moment she’d touched him.

Her voice.

“Such a strong mutant,” she purred, her voice sultry, almost motherly, as her hips rolled back into his, her ass bouncing against him. “I knew you'd come to me... you're so special, baby. You deserve this... I can feel how hard you are. That big mutant cock... it's so perfect, so powerful. You're going to fill me up, aren't you? That’s what you need. That’s what you’ve always needed.”

Her words poured into him like gasoline on a fire, stoking the blaze of his lust until it consumed every rational thought he had left. The way she spoke to him, the way her voice seemed to hum with desire and warmth, sent a shiver down his spine. It was like she knew exactly what buttons to push, exactly what to say to break him. Every time she called him "special" or praised his cock, his hips bucked harder, his mind shutting down, all the fight drained from him.

And the worst part was, it wasn’t awkward. Not even for a second. From the moment he’d approached her, her dark eyes locking onto his with that knowing, confident gaze, everything had just… clicked. There was no fumbling, no hesitancy. She’d touched his arm, smiled, and led him to the corner like it was the most natural thing in the world. He couldn’t even remember if they’d spoken, or if her touch alone had said enough. She’d known what he needed. Known how to make it so easy. And when he slid inside her, she was so wet, so damn wet and warm that it had taken all his strength not to come on the first thrust.

"You're so big inside me," she moaned softly, her voice hushed yet filled with raw pleasure. "So much bigger than I expected. You're just what I've been waiting for, sweetie. Keep going... don’t stop. I need you. I need that mutant cum of yours."

The way she spoke made his blood run hotter, his cock twitching inside her at the mention of filling her with his jizz. It sent his pulse racing, like she was speaking directly to some primal, animal part of him he hadn’t realized was there. Her age, the fact that she was older—so much older—just added to it. Her body was full, soft in all the right places, the kind of figure that exuded warmth and comfort, a kind of matronly sensuality that he'd secretly had a thing for. Maybe it was the strong, outspoken women in his family that had shaped him that way, but this... this was hitting all the right notes.

And there had been no mention of a condom. Not even a hint of hesitation about it. For once, he hadn’t been the gentleman, hadn’t thought about doing the right thing and reaching for protection. And the truth was? He fucking hated condoms. Always had. But he’d never complained, never made a big deal out of it. He always put one on, did the responsible thing.

But this time? The raw pleasure of being buried inside her without one, of feeling everything—the wetness, the heat, the softness—it made him wild. Her slick warmth gripped him with every thrust, and he couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down. Her pussy was perfect, welcoming him like it was made for him. He wanted to pump his seed into her so badly it hurt.

His pace quickened, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the small corner of the ballroom. The world around them faded into a blur. Sunspot’s social-fu, Rahne’s pacing, Hisako trying to convince Pixie to cover her big sexy tits—it all dissolved into the background, replaced by the rhythmic pulse of his cock driving into the maid’s soaked pussy, the way her huge ass rippled with every thrust, the obscene wet sounds of their fucking making his head spin.

And she—she was perfect. A goddess. A true MILF. Her big, jiggly body, her warm voice, the way she moaned for him like she couldn’t get enough.

"So deep," she breathed, arching her back just a little more, pushing her huge ass into him. "I want it all, baby. Give it to me. Give me everything you’ve got. I’m here for you. You deserve it."

His breath came in short, frantic bursts. He wasn’t thinking anymore. There were no more moral dilemmas, no more second-guessing. No more worrying about what Magik would think or whether he was betraying everything he’d stood for. No more "fighting the good fight."

He was just a stud now, a mutant stud, fucking her like his life depended on it.

And it felt so good.

So. Fucking. Good.

Spyke’s hips bucked frantically, his cock slamming into her over and over, deeper and deeper, each thrust a **** attempt to lose himself, to fill the empty, gnawing void that had been growing inside him since the moment they’d arrived at the palace. His balls ached for release, his entire body humming with a need that had overwhelmed every part of him.

But not yet. Not yet.

He hadn’t come. Not yet.

But he would.

Soon.