Chapter 347

Chapter 347:

This Chapter has R-18.

– Layla –

I woke up to the familiar feel of skin against my cheek, soft warmth and the perfect rise and fall of Carol's breathing underneath me. My face was buried right between her tits.

[Your favorite way to start the day, I'm sure…]

My black hair was sprawled everywhere, covering her chest and sticking to her bare skin from all the sweat and messy fun we had last night. I could smell us on the sheets and taste her on my tongue. Her skin was flushed, marked up with fading red scratches and purple hickeys, every love bite and bruise a little souvenir from the night before.

I propped myself up on one elbow, letting my fingers wander over her stomach, tracing circles over the faint lines I’d left with my nails.

Carol was snoring softly, her blonde hair a wild, gorgeous mess over her pillow. She looked gorgeous like this, peaceful, mouth open just a little. I could not help but lean down and kiss the curve of her breast.

She finally stirred, a lazy yawn rolling through her as her blue eyes cracked open. She blinked a few times, trying to focus, then smiled up at me with that sleepy, private smile she only gave when we were like this. Her hand lifted, fingers sliding through my hair, scratching gently at my scalp.

"Morning, beautiful," I murmured, sliding my hand to cup her cheek, stroking her jaw with my thumb. I pressed my lips to hers, soft and slow.

Carol hummed into the kiss, her lips were warm and plush.

She grinned up at me as we broke apart. "Good morning yourself," she replied, voice all rough and low. She shifted, pulling the sheet up higher, but it did nothing to hide the pink flush spreading down her chest.

I let my palm wander down over her ribs, squeezing her hip. "Last night was fucking amazing," I whispered, my voice husky from sleep and smugness. "You have no idea how much I needed that. Or how much I love making you scream."

Carol’s cheeks flared even redder, her blue eyes glinting with wickedness. She hooked her finger in my hair and tugged me down until our noses were almost touching. "Last night was wonderful," she said, her smile going slow and dirty. "Especially that thing you did with your tongue... fuck, Layla."

I grinned proudly, letting my hand slide lower to cup and squeeze her ass, feeling the ample flesh in my palm. I shifted, pressing my thigh more firmly up between her legs, grinding it against her soaked pussy lips, feeling her slickness and the needy pulse of her clit through my skin. She let out a deep, throaty moan, her hips rocking forward to chase the pressure. "You liked that, didn’t you?" I murmured, my lips brushing her ear as I pushed up against her, making sure she felt every bit of my thigh.

Carol shuddered, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, her nails digging little grooves into my shoulder.

I kept grinding my thigh up against Carol’s slick pussy, moving in slow, deliberate circles just to drag another moan out of her. I could feel her clit, swollen and needy as she rocked herself on me.

I leaned in closer, nipping at her ear and whispering, "I want to hear you say it, baby. Tell me how much you want it. Tell me what you want me to do to you." My hand moved up to squeeze her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I flexed my thigh again, refusing to give her any relief until she answered me.

Carol let out a throaty, wicked laugh and rolled her eyes at me, then suddenly grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my back in one smooth, practiced motion. Her hand grabbing both of my wrists and holding them above my head.

“Eeeep!” I let out a surprised yelp as I suddenly found myself flat on my back, Carol's strength catching me off guard. My hair fanned out over the sheets, and before I could react, she was already on top of me. Her breasts brushed my chest and I sucked in a breath.

I looked up at her, grinning through my shock, loving how fast she could flip the script when she wanted to. "You like showing off, huh?" I teased, my voice breathless as she moved to get a better position.

She swung her leg over me and straddled my hips, pinning me down beneath her. Her thighs squeezed around my sides, her bare pussy pressing against my stomach

“I sure do…” Carol bent down, lips brushing my ear as she smirked, then trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck. Her teeth found my skin and she bit down just hard enough to make me gasp, leaving a new mark on my neck. Her hands roamed down my arms, fingers lacing through mine, pinning my wrists above my head as she worked her way down my throat. The way she took control, all smug and in charge, only made me want her more.

Carol rocked her hips forward, grinding her soaked pussy up and down my stomach, leaving a wet, messy trail across my skin. She leaned back a little, her blue eyes locked on mine with a wicked, triumphant smile stretching across her lips. She watched me squirm, her breath coming in little pants as she slid herself over me, slick and needy, her thighs flexing tight around my waist.

She grinned down at me, so cocky, so completely in control. "Layla," she purred, her voice low and teasing, "the most powerful woman in the multiverse, looking so fucking sexy pinned underneath me like this. God, I could ride you all morning." Her fingers tightened around my wrists as she ground herself on me harder, showing off how wet she was, how much she loved taking control.

I let out a low, hungry laugh, bucking my hips up into her grip, deliberately grinding against the heat of her pussy and the slick mess she was leaving all over my stomach. "Well then," I breathed, voice thick with lust, "maybe you should stop talking about riding me and actually fucking do it."

Carol let out a sharp, delighted yelp as, with a flash of intent and magic, my cock materialized—hard, thick, and pale—pressing up between her toned, perfect ass cheeks!

Her whole body shuddered as she shifted, feeling the length of it slide between her cheeks, rubbing along her soft skin, spreading her wide for just a second.

God, her ass was snug and warm and made me want to lose my mind, but I needed more.

She finally let go of my pinned arms.

Carol caught my lustful stare and just smirked, her blue eyes flashing wickedly. She raised her hips up, positioning herself so the head of my cock pressed right against her soaking pussy. Her breath was coming in sharp, shallow pants, and she bit her lip, drawing a whimper from deep in her chest as she started to sink down, slow and teasing, taking me inside.

I could not stop the deep, guttural moan that ripped from my throat as Carol finally sank all the way down onto my cock. There was nothing in the multiverse that compared to the feeling of being buried inside a fit, gorgeous woman like her, her body clenching down on me, hot and slick and impossibly tight.

Carol’s inner pussy muscles fluttered and squeezed around me, milking my cock with every little shift of her hips. I watched her throw her head back, hair tumbling down her back, her hands braced on my stomach for leverage as she started to ride me slow, rolling her hips in circles and letting out filthy, breathless whimpers.

I grabbed her ass in both hands, kneading and spreading her cheeks, guiding her movements, loving the way she took me so deep, her pussy gripping every inch. "Fuck, Carol, you feel fucking amazing," I groaned, voice raw with need.

Carol just grinned down at me, her body shuddering every time I thrust up into her, her eyes half-lidded and full of desire and lust.

Carol started bouncing herself harder on my cock, fucking herself on me with hungry, desperate rhythm. Every time she dropped down, her pussy stretched around me, squeezing and sucking me deeper, making obscene, wet slapping sounds between us.

She threw her head back, moaning shamelessly. "Fuck, Layla, you’re so fucking big—God, you feel so good inside me!" she cried out, nails digging into my slippery stomach as she used me for all she was worth.

My own breathing turned hot and heavy, sweat slicking my skin. I could barely catch my breath as I watched her, mesmerized, worshipping every wild bounce of her hips.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, Carol. I love watching you ride my cock—look at you, taking every inch like you were made for it," I groaned, my voice breaking with raw lust.

I was desperate to buck my hips, to grab her waist and start pounding up into her, but Carol slammed her hands down on my hips, pinning me in place. "No," she said, her voice low and commanding. "I’m in charge right now. You’re just going to lay there and take it like a good girl."

Her words sent a shock of heat through me, and I surrendered completely, letting my head fall back into the pillows. I could do nothing but moan as she kept riding me, slow and purposeful, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock as she dragged herself up and down my length.

My fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles white, eyes glued to the fucking gorgeous view above me.

Carol’s face flushed red, sweat slicking her rippling stomach and chest, her breasts bouncing and swaying with every bounce. She rode me like she owned me, and in that moment, she did.

Carol's breathing quickened, turning ragged and desperate, her chest heaving as her whole body flushed red. I could see her losing control, her eyes glazed and wild with pleasure. "You gonna cum for me, baby? You going to make a mess all over my cock?"

She tried to answer, but all she could manage was a strangled gasp. Her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back as her body seized up. Her thighs clamped down around me, and she started spasming, pussy clenching and fluttering in hard, frantic pulses as she came, soaking my cock and hips with her orgasm.

Carol threw her head back and screamed my name, "Layla!" Her voice was hoarse and desperate, full of raw need, as she kept cumming on my cock, hips jerking helplessly as the orgasm tore through her. Her nails raked down my stomach, her whole body shivering and clenching, pussy milking every drop from me as she sobbed out, "Fuck, Layla, yes, yes, oh my god!" Her moans filled the room, echoing off the walls, filthy and perfect, and I felt every ripple, every flutter, her body refusing to let me go as she kept shaking and crying out for me.

She collapsed forward, shuddering, still trembling with aftershocks as I stroked her back and whispered how fucking gorgeous she looked losing it on top of me.

My orgasm was still building inside me, slow and aching, but I was close. Carol clearly knew it as well.

She had collapsed against my chest for a few seconds, catching her breath, her sweaty skin pressed against mine. Then, without another word, she slowly dragged her hips up, my cock slipping out of her with a messy, wet pop.

The sight alone nearly made me lose control.

She slid down the bed, planting herself between my spread legs, her eyes locked on my cock. It was long, pale, and still slick with her arousal.

Carol wrapped both hands around me, her grip firm and possessive, pumping my cock in smooth, soft wet strokes. Her mouth was swollen from kissing, her hair falling wild around her face, her cheeks still flushed red from cumming so hard. She leaned in, licking up the length, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing me until I was shaking.

"Come on, Layla," she whispered, voice raw and filthy. "I want you to cum all over me. Cover me in it. Give me everything."

Her hands moved faster, squeezing tight, her lips brushing over my tip. The look in her eyes—devoted, absolutely insatiable—sent me right to the edge, my whole body burning with the need to let go!

I threw my head back, unable to hold back the loud, desperate moan that ripped from my throat. "Carol!" I shouted, her name the only thing that mattered as pleasure surged hot and blinding through my whole body. My hips bucked helplessly, muscles tensing, and then I came hard—thick white cum spurting up in long, messy ropes that splattered across Carol’s flushed face and her gorgeous tits.

She yelped, surprised by how much there was, but she did not slow her strokes for a second. If anything, she pumped my cock even harder, determined to milk out every drop.

Cum dripped down her cheek and chin, pooling in the valley between her breasts and dripping onto her nipples. Carol’s blue eyes went wide and hungry as she stuck out her tongue, catching a thick strand right on her pink tongue, moaning filthily as she tasted me, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

The sight of her, covered, made my orgasm go on even longer, my whole body trembling with each spurt as I let her take everything I could give. My orgasm just would not stop, each spurt getting messier and more intense as Carol milked me for every drop. My whole body shook, thighs quivering, toes curling in the sheets.

My orgasm finally faded, leaving me breathless and boneless. My whole body shook with little aftershocks, my back arching off the bed one last time before I collapsed flat into the soaked sheets. I could not stop giggling, a stupid, blissed-out laugh bubbling up from deep in my chest as the last ripples of pleasure made my thighs twitch.

I looked up at Carol, who was sitting back on her butt, absolutely covered in my cum—white streaks painting her face, her tits, her hair, even dripping down onto her stomach.

She looked wrecked and so fucking satisfied.

"Holy shit, Carol," I managed to gasp out, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of my eye. "That was fucking amazing. You are a goddamn goddess."

"I'm pretty sure you're the Goddess here..." She giggled back. Carol looked at herself, then at me, and just giggled again, running her fingers through the mess on her breasts and licking them clean with slow, filthy delight. "And it certainly was amazing," she purred, giving me a sly, proud grin.

Just then, the door to our bedroom at Fallcorp flew open without warning. Dragon—in her new human body—came barreling in, clutching a tablet and looking absolutely frantic. "Layla, you need to know tha—" she started, voice high and urgent, but then her eyes landed on us. She froze solid, staring wide-eyed at the sight of me and Carol sprawled naked across the bed, the sheets wrecked, Carol’s face and tits still dripping with my cum.

“...”

For a second, Dragon just stood there, mouth open, the tablet shaking in her hands. Then her face went beet red. "I am so sorry!" she yelped, her voice cracking in pure mortification. She spun on her heel and bolted, slamming the door behind her so hard the frame rattled. I heard her muttering, "Oh god, oh god, why did I not knock, why did I see that," as she disappeared down the hall.

Carol and I exchanged looks, both of us bursting into laughter at Dragon’s horrified face and hasty exit. I could barely breathe, giggling so hard my stomach hurt. Carol wiped some of my cum from her chin and flicked it playfully at me, making me snort with delight as she crawled into my lap for a lazy, messy kiss. "We’re never living that down," she whispered, her lips brushing mine, both of us still tasting sex and sweat and each other.

But as the laughter faded, we remembered Dragon’s panic. We both sighed, sharing one last, warm look before we dragged ourselves out of bed. Our bodies were aching, thighs sticky, but we knew we had to hurry.

We stumbled into the shower together, hands all over each other as we soaped up and rinsed away the evidence of our morning fun. It was torture not to fool around again, but the urgency in Dragon’s voice stuck with us.

"No more sex," I warned, pressing Carol against the tile for one last filthy kiss, "or we’ll never make it out of here."

She grinned and bit my lip, but finally let me go. We hurried through the rest of the shower.

As soon as we were dry, I grabbed Carol’s hand and pulled her out the door.

Dragon was still red-faced and stammering out apologies, clutching her tablet to her chest like a shield.

I waved her off, completely unbothered. "Relax, Theresa. Trust me, you won't be the first or last person to walk in on me fucking someone. You work at Fallcorp now. Accidental porn is basically an HR tradition." That made her blush even brighter, but it got a nervous laugh out of Carol, who slung an arm around my waist and gave me a playful squeeze.

"Now," I said, nodding at the tablet, "what's so important you had to interrupt world-class sex for?"

Theresa swallowed, pushing her glasses up her nose and tapping the screen. "It's the satellites. The secret ones. The ones Fallcorp hid from every government on earth... Which is a crime by the way." She gave us a pointed stare for a second but we weren't ashamed or bothered. Theresa's face then went serious as she flipped the display around. "Leviathan. He's on the move. He's coming straight for Brockton Bay!"

Carol and I stared at each other.

"Well," I said before blinking, "that’s convenient..."

I could not help but feel a twisted rush of excitement building in my chest. I had wanted Fallcorp to show the whole damn world what we could do—to make every critic and other hostile cape and suit in the PRT eat their words by slaying the next Endbringer with our hero team.

Now, the universe had delivered the challenge right to our fucking doorstep.

[This is your shot to show off!]

‘Damn right it was!’

Carol snapped into full commander mode. She fired off questions at Dragon rapid-fire. "How much time do we have before Leviathan makes landfall? How fast is it moving? Do you see any changes in its usual attack pattern or speed? Any oddities on satellite?"

Dragon tapped rapidly on her tablet, flipping through satellite images, her voice clipped and urgent. "Current velocity is slightly above its average. It will hit the city in just under six hours, unless something changes. Its route is direct, no feints or circling. No known changes to its tactics so far, but the city will need to prepare for flooding and rapid devastation."

"There won't be any flooding," I said, smirking as I leaned in closer to Carol, my shoulder pressing into her side. Carol raised an eyebrow, catching my tone immediately.

Theresa gaped at me, her jaw dropping as she blinked hard. "What do you mean, Layla? The city gets leveled by tsunamis every time Leviathan shows up!"

I chuckled, giving her a look. "Dragon, please. Did you spend all of yesterday flirting with Colin instead of doing your job? If you had, maybe you would have noticed the little surprise our other techs finished last night."

Theresa’s blush returned in full force. Theresa stammered out, "I was not flirting with Colin all night! I was working!" but she looked away, her cheeks blazing, and everyone in the room knew she was lying.

Carol snorted, giving her a knowing grin. "Sure, you weren't. Totally professional. That blush says otherwise, Theresa."

I just smirked and leaned in, "It’s okay, really. You two are adorable. And everyone already knows you both are into each other, after all I spread that rumor around myself," I said shamelessly. Running a corporation sometimes could be boring, and office gossip was perfect to spice things up. Especially superhero office gossip.

Carol burst out laughing, and even Theresa let out a mortified little giggle as she covered her face with her hands, mumbling, "Oh my god, you two are the worst. It's not like Collin and I had anyone walk in on us at least!"

[Walk in on them doing what?]

"...Wait, did that mean something did happen? Spill, Dragon!?" I teased, waggling my eyebrows at her.

Dragon just let out a frustrated huff, her face red as a cherry. "I am going to go make sure my suit is ready for battle!" she snapped, doing her best to act offended but failing to hide the hint of a guilty smile. She spun on her heel and marched off down the hall, muttering something about "workplace harassment," leaving Carol and me grinning behind her.

– Vicky –

…Vicky stood alone on the sand, her boots half-buried where wet grit met the edge of the tide. The wind whipped golden hair around her face as she stared out at the stormy, grey expanse of Brockton Bay.

Somewhere out there, beneath the surface, the Leviathan was coming.

Her city, her home, was its target.

She knew she should have been terrified. Honestly, most of the city probably was. But inside, all she felt was this weird, steady certainty. Sure, fear was there. A tightness in her chest, a cold knot in her stomach.

But it was so much smaller than she expected, drowned out by something bigger and hotter and fierce. After helping Captain Marvel lead Fallcorp’s heroes in tearing apart the Slaughterhouse Nine like they were just another street gang, Vicky finally understood: she was part of something unstoppable now.

Today, an Endbringer would die. She would make damn sure of it.

Vicky heard footsteps crunching in the sand behind her. She turned and saw Dean in full Gallant armor. Her on-again, off-again boyfriend. Something about the way he carried himself was extra tense, his shoulders stiff beneath the shining suit.

She gave him a crooked, teasing smile, honestly relieved to see him. For a second she just let her eyes linger on him, taking comfort in the familiar.

He stopped a few feet away, scanning the restless waves, then the empty beach. "Vicky, you shouldn't be out here," he said, voice strained but gentle. "Not this close to the water. Leviathan could surface anywhere, at any time. The PRT's got everyone gathering deeper in the city. The Triumvirate’s coordinating. You should come in."

He sounded nervous. She could hear the fear in the way his voice cracked—maybe for her, maybe for all of them. Vicky just stood her ground, facing the ocean, her hair whipping wild in the wind. "I like the view from here," she said softly, but there was steel in her tone, and she did not take her eyes off the horizon. "And I'm not in danger. No one in this city is..."

Dean stepped closer, urgency in every line of his body. He reached out as if he might grab her arm, his voice rising above the surf. "Vicky, please, stop being stubborn for once and come back with me. This is too dangerous. If Leviathan surfaces, we will not get a second chance. I do not want you dying for a view."

Vicky just shook her head, eyes fixed on the roiling water. Her hair whipped around her face, lips pressed in a hard line. "No, Dean. I am not moving. I need to see it for myself. I was the one who convinced Mom and Amy and the whole family to quit New Wave and join Fallcorp. I need to see with my own eyes that it was the right call. If we are going to change the world, I am not going to watch it happen from behind a wall."

Dean looked at her like she had lost her mind. "This is not the time to prove a point, Vicky. Please—"

His words were cut off as a monstrous wave—a good fifty feet high, more water than she had ever seen—rose at the edge of the bay! It surged forward, foaming and black, the kind of wall of water that would shatter every building on the coastline and erase half the city!

For a second Dean just stared, eyes wide in horror, then he lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and yanking her against his armored chest. "Fuck it," he said, voice shaking but defiant. "If I am going to die, at least it will be with the girl I love."

Vicky let out a startled yelp as he squeezed her tight. Her heart hammered in her chest, not entirely from fear. Hearing him say that kind of romantic thing—out loud—sent a wild, giddy thrill through her. Damn it, she thought, I am definitely getting back together with him after all this!

But she grinned and elbowed him in the ribs with her super strength, twisting around in his grip. "Look, dumbass. Just look."

They turned together toward the roaring surf just in time to see the impossible. An enormous, shimmering energy shield burst into life along the waterline—a barrier of blinding blue and silver, stretching out and up and around the entire city. The wave crashed against it and broke harmlessly, water fountaining up and then falling back into the bay.

Dean gaped, mouth hanging open. The shield arced above them, flawless, untouchable, the city safe inside. It was not just in front of them. It covered every inch of Brockton Bay.

The impossible had become reality right before their eyes!

And then, a monstrous, echoing roar that rattled every bone in Vicky’s body came out of nowhere!

She stumbled back in Dean’s arms, wide-eyed, as the Leviathan finally revealed itself in all its horrific glory. The beast towered out of the water, massive and terrifying, blue scales dripping wet, water sheeting off its claws and spines.

Holy fuck...

It was so close, less than thirty feet away on the other side of the shimmering energy barrier, its slit yellow eyes burning with hate as it gazed right at her.

Dean’s grip around her waist was tight, almost bruising, his breath hot and fast against her ear. "No fucking way," he whispered, voice trembling, as the Leviathan lunged forward and smashed both arms into the barrier. The impact didn't even make the shield ripple at all. The monster howled, claws raking down, pounding again and again, desperate and furious—powerless to get through.

"Impossible," Dean breathed, awe and disbelief tangled together. "No tinkertech barrier has ever kept them out. They always break through. Always!"

Vicky could not help herself. She let out a wild, victorious laugh and flashed Dean a cocky grin, her eyes shining with adrenaline and pride. "That barrier isn’t tinkertech," she said, voice smug and bright with confidence. "You’re looking at real power now. Welcome to Fallcorp’s world now! A hundred nuclear bombs can't break that Wakanda Barrier..." she said. That’s the name Layla had given it anyway when Vicky asked earlier.

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