Capítulo 15: Chapter 15
[3rd POV]
The rest of the flight went quite smoothly despite John's initial concerns.
There were significantly fewer people wanting autographs from the superheroes—only about forty.
However, there were many more selfie enthusiasts.
He even suspected that someone had managed to snap a photo of him while he was asleep.
Maeve was happy with how things went other than that.
She even started chatting with the children, telling stories from her work that were as heroic as possible.
She could tell stories for hours at the start of her work because there were so many of them.
That's exactly what she did, tiring out the children so much that they fell asleep before landing.
"It's not often you see a smile on your face."
John remarked as Maeve sat down beside him.
"I'd like to see it more often."
"They... just remind me of why I decided to become a hero."
Maeve smiled, looking at him.
"Don't you feel the same when you look at your son?"
"Well, considering he has no idea what his father does for a living... I don't think so."
John shook his head, thinking for a moment.
"No, but I feel something else. It's far stronger than whims, duty, or desire. It's more like an instinct to protect a part of yourself from anything... at any cost. Do you understand?"
"Unfortunately, no,"
Maeve mumbled thoughtfully, turning her gaze to the window.
Maeve didn't see the look on Homelander's face, but she was sure he was puzzled by her behavior.
She didn't really want to continue the conversation, partly due to the burning jealousy she felt, which might have led her to say too much.
The landing went smoothly, and the passengers even generously applauded both the pilot and the heroes.
There were already a lot of paparazzi and reporters with cameras waiting outside.
They learned about what happened and who was in charge of saving the day over the hours.
Homelander and Maeve stepped forward to attract the press's attention.
"Do you want to take the spotlight?"
Homelander offered.
"I'll pass. You seem to enjoy the attention."
Maeve replied, stepping aside to let him take the lead.
"Homelander, is what you did legal? Aren't you forbidden from intervening in the affairs of other countries?"
The journalists immediately pounced, blinding them with camera flashes.
"Flight 37 was flying over international seas which gave us some freedom. We couldn't afford to hesitate because so many innocent lives were at risk. Fortunately, everything ended successfully."
Homelander smiled, barely containing the urge to fly away from this unpleasant crowd.
"Were there any casualties?"
"The second pilot was shot before our arrival; unfortunately, we only learned of this too late."
Homelander continued with a sorrowful expression.
The conversation continued for another thirty minutes.
John admitted it was some of the most irritating minutes of his life.
While Homelander liked the attention on himself, it was clear that this personality had not been passed on to him.
He couldn't stand it for long and eventually flew away from the annoying reporters, picking Maeve up by the waist.
Soon, they returned to New York and smoothly landed right in front of the Vought Tower.
They walked inside leisurely while hearing congratulations on their successful operation.
The silence fell when they got into the elevator by themselves.
It didn't last long.
"How are things with Starlight?"
Maeve suddenly asked.
"We've had four dates."
"Have you managed to get her into bed?"
"On the way."
He replied when sensing a specific smell that was hard to mistake. However, the conversation suddenly trailed off at that moment.
"Will you come up for tea?"
Maeve "unexpectedly" suggested as the elevator doors opened on her floor.
"With pleasure."
John smiled, receiving the same smile in return.
It meant she knew he knew what... well, it didn't matter.
After a few minutes, they were in Queen Maeve's apartment with a large room just for sword training.
As far as John knew, she used to train for three hours every day... back then.
She and Homelander hadn't had the kind of relationship that would have allowed him to know any details about him in recent years.
It's not that she was particularly interested.
Maeve went to the bathroom when she said she was covered in dust even though it wasn't a problem he also suffered from.
He was flying so fast that nothing, not even dust, could bother him.
He sighed and sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV and quickly saw news about a recent feat.
John might have wanted to hear what the media thought of their actions, but the sound of water droplets falling on Maeve's body actively interfered.
He tried very hard not to look at the bathroom, but he couldn't resist and glanced toward the bathroom.
He did this if he could look through clothes at any moment.
A long time ago, she had applied a zinc coating to her armor so that a pervert wouldn't constantly gawk.
However, she was right to do so. Over the years, Homelander had never seen Maeve naked through her armor ever since.
What his eyes revealed was a very intriguing sight that made his heart race.
She was naked and stunning, and she was in the shower with her back to him with long, wet, red hair, and water drops fell down her clean back like a bloody waterfall.
John could finally fully appreciate her toned, firm behind when he turned his gaze away which made his pants feel very tight.
Maeve gently caressed her body under the streams of hot water.
She traced her smooth skin with her hands, striking uncomplicated yet extremely seductive poses.
This quickly made John realize she was already waiting for him, and making a lady wait was not his style.
The full suit was immediately discarded on the floor, leaving his body completely naked.
The unlocked door opened silently, and the footsteps were softer than the rustling of grass.
That didn't stop Maeve from noticing, and she heard the door opening despite the cascading water.
John decided not to hide any longer and calmly approached her from behind.
"Been waiting?"
He exhaled into her ear, pressing his swollen member against her thighs.
"I thought you might have chickened out."
She smiled, leaning back.
One hand settled on her ample third-sized breast, gripping it firmly.
The other hand slowly descended to her pussy, drawing a line from her flat, smooth stomach to her groin.
John's fingers pinched her clit, feeling it start to throb intensely due to his actions.
A satisfied moan escaped her lips as she arched her back in pleasure. She always liked it when he did this.
He leaned in to gently kiss her neck, only to get smacked across the face.
She pushed him against the glass while frowning, and the glass broke.
While John looked at her in surprise, Maeve didn't waste any time and grabbed him by the balls.
Unfortunately for him... quite literally.
"Ouch, maybe be a little gentler?"
John asked, not daring to make any extra movements under the determined gaze of her gray eyes.
"Maybe you should be a bit rougher then? I'm not a crystal vase; I won't break!"
Maeve growled, finally letting go of his balls.
In an instant, she was pressed against the wall by John's body.
John held her hands above her, and his member was sharply thrust into her narrow pussy as if to extract all the fluid from him.
Maeve growled something indistinct and clamped her legs around him, gripping his thighs.
"Mmmhh!~"
They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds as if continuing their unique standoff.
It went on until John got tired of it and started moving.
The steady but firm thrusts quickly gained a rather intense rhythm, eventually starting to break the wall.
However, they didn't pay any attention because they were completely immersed in an aggressive and depraved kiss that would have made a normal person lose their lips long ago.
"Aaahhh!~ Mmm!~"
They were battling for dominance over each other, changing positions almost every few minutes as they moaned and groaned.
They moved to the bed, where they continued their sex marathon.
Maeve actively rode him, taking control and mounting him in a cowgirl position.
John grasped her ample breasts and attacked her pink nipples, biting and simultaneously sucking on them, eliciting sweet moans.
He was quite satisfied with the current position.
"Ahh,"
John exhaled, feeling the approaching orgasm.
As if sensing the same thing, Maeve became even more active, and soon he came inside her.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, feeling the hot flow of semen inside her.
He leaned back, savoring the aftertaste. Maeve lay beside him, also staring at the ceiling.
"Why? Lately, you didn't even want to talk to me. And now, this."
John said, breaking the silence with a wave of his hand.
"Maybe it's because you... aren't Homelander."
Maeve replied, making him freeze as shivers ran down his spine.
"Your gaze has changed, not so arrogant, but with confidence. As if you've become... complete. Is it because of Ryan?"
"It seems I really have changed a lot."
He smiled, feeling a huge relief that he hadn't been caught.
"Yes, and I want the same."
Maeve said firmly, rising slightly and hovering over him.
"What?"
"My own Ryan."
She smiled when she saw the surprise on his face.
She slowly descended and began licking his still-erect member.
John had no idea how he could give her a son after seeing this beautiful sight, but he wasn't about to refuse such sex.
He tilted his head back and silently enjoyed the process.
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