Marvel : Homelander

Ashley's breath quickened as she knelt before him, the cold floor beneath her knees sending a shiver up her spine.

Her fingers trembled as she clung to the fabric of his pants, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Master, don't hold back," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire. "Please… I need it."

Niklaus stood still above her, his towering figure casting a shadow over her small frame.

His eyes flickered with a dark curiosity as he let her words hang in the air for a moment, relishing the tension that built between them.

He reached out, slowly and teasingly, his fingers brushing her cheek with an unexpected softness before his grip tightened suddenly, forcing her to look up at him.

"You think being broken will make you feel something?" he asked, his voice low, almost a growl, as his fingers dug into her jawline, keeping her gaze locked on his.

The pressure was firm, not enough to hurt her, but enough to assert his control. "Is that what you truly crave?"

Ashley's breath hitched, the air around them thick with her desperation.

She nodded quickly, her eyes wild with need, her body responding to his dominance.

"Yes… Master, please," she whimpered, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.

"I live for you—use me, degrade me, make me feel worthless."

Niklaus' grip tightened just a fraction, his thumb brushing her lower lip as he studied her.

He could feel the pulse of her heartbeat quickening beneath his fingers, her body trembling in anticipation.

He tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate line of her throat.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above her skin, his breath hot against her neck.

"You want to be worthless?" he murmure.

His other hand moved to her shoulder, pushing her down further, forcing her body lower until she was nearly pressed against the floor.

"Then you'll be exactly that—nothing but a toy for me to use."

She gasped as he forced her into position, her body responding instinctively, her back arching as if offering herself to him.

His grip remained firm as he dragged her up by her hair, her scalp stinging from the force, and pressed her against the wall.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the cold surface against her skin, her body trembling beneath his hands.

"Remember," Niklaus whispered into her ear, his tone devoid of warmth, "you asked for this."

Niklaus' grip tightened in her hair, his movements precise.

He pulled her head back roughly, forcing her to remain in the kneeling position before him.

His free hand reached for his belt, and with a swift motion, he undid his pants, the sharp clink of metal echoing in the stillness of the room.

"Now," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade, "show me how much you truly want to serve."

Ashley's hands trembled as she reached up, clumsily helping to free him from his pants.

Her breath was shallow, her lips quivering as she struggled to maintain composure under the weight of his gaze and her bubbling arousal.

His proud dragon warrior came into her full view.

There was no hesitation in his actions as he forced her head forward, his movements swift and overpowering.

Without warning, he drove himself into her mouth, filling the space completely.

She yelped in surprise, her body jolting as she tried to adjust, her hands flying to his thighs for balance.

But he didn't stop.

Niklaus moved with purpose, controlling her entirely as he thrust deeper, his grip never loosening from her hair.

The sound of her muffled moans filled the room, her moans swallowed by his movements.

Her eyes watered as she struggled to keep up, her mouth stretched painfully around him, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gulps between thrusts.

Drool began to spill from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her chest as he continued without restraint.

He showed no signs of slowing, his pace relentless.

Her body trembled beneath him, and though she fought to keep up with his demands, her control was slipping.

The room was filled with the wet, messy sounds of their connection—each thrust punctuated by the obscene mix of saliva and flesh.

His eyes darkened as he watched her struggle, the sight of her submission pushing his buttons.

There was no softness in his movements, no hesitation as he used her mouth for his pleasure without a single care.

Ashley's tears began to mix with the drool on her face, her body shaking as she submitted completely to him, every breath stolen by his relentless force.

But he didn't care.

He was lost in the moment, driven by a need to dominate, to remind her who held the power in this twisted dance.

His fingers dug deeper into her scalp, guiding her rhythm as she choked and sputtered, each sound of her submission fueling him.

For what felt like an eternity of ecstasy to her, he continued, showing no mercy.

The power in his body allowed him to shift their positions effortlessly, pulling her up from the floor and pushing her onto the bed with inhuman speed.

She barely had time to adjust before he was on her again, his hand still gripping her hair tightly as he forced her head back, making her take all of him once more.

Ashley's world was reduced to this singular moment—the pressure of him against her, the strain in her throat, the taste of his cock overwhelming her senses.

She whimpered around him, her voice breaking as her body responded to the relentless assault, a mixture of pain and twisted desire coursing through her veins.

Her vision blurred, but she never resisted, never pulled away.

She had asked for this, begged for it, and now she was lost in the chaos of his control.

Niklaus wasn't content with simply using her mouth.

As he thrust into her with force, his free hand found her breasts, fingers curling around the soft flesh with a mixture of roughness and calculated precision.

He pinched her nipples hard between his fingers, rolling them as if testing her, gauging her reactions.

Ashley gasped and moaned around him, her muffled cries vibrating through his length as her grip around his member tightened.

Each twist of his fingers sent sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, her mind barely able to keep up with the sensations.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, her thighs clenching as a wave of pleasure surged through her.

Her body trembled violently as the tension in her core snapped.

"Aughh"

With a choked cry, her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, leaving her shuddering and trying to gasp for air.

The intensity of it ripped through her, her entire body spasming as she released, wetting the sheets beneath her in a helpless gush.

She whimpered in both pleasure and embarrassment, her face flushed as her body betrayed her.

Niklaus pulled back slightly, glancing down at the soaked sheets with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

His hand remained on her breast, teasing her sensitive nipple as he let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with playful condescension. "Dirtying the sheets like a helpless little slut. You just couldn't control yourself, could you?"

Ashley whimpered in response, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to compose herself.

But there was no reprieve. Niklaus' words stung with playful degradation, yet the twisted satisfaction in his voice only heightened her pleasure.

She loved being like this.

Her eyes fluttered shut as he increased the pressure, his hand continuing to tease and pinch at her overstimulated body.

"You wanted to be broken," he continued, his voice growing darker, more commanding. "And now look at you—completely under my mercy in just a few minutes"

He could feel himself approaching the edge as well, the tightness building in his core with each thrust.

He didn't slow down; instead, he increased the intensity, driving himself harder and deeper into her mouth.

The wet sounds of their connection filled the air, his movements forceful and precise as he slammed against the back of her throat, making her gag and sputter harder than before.

Ashley's eyes rolled back into her head, her expression contorting into a twisted, overwhelmed form of ecstasy—ahegao.

Drool poured from her mouth, coating her lips and chin as she struggled to keep up with the pace, her throat convulsing around him as she gasped for air between thrusts.

She was completely lost in the moment, her mind swimming in a fog of pleasure, degradation, and submission.

Niklaus groaned as he felt the tightness in his body reach its peak.

His grip on her hair tightened almost painfully, his other hand still teasing her breast as he drove himself deeper into her throat one final time, holding her there as he spilled into her with a deep, moan.

The room filled with the sounds of their combined release—her muffled gasps and his strained breathing echoing in the quiet aftermath.

He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving as he let the last shudders of pleasure ripple through him.

Then, with a sharp exhale, he pulled back, releasing his grip on her hair and letting her collapse onto the bed.

Ashley lay there, panting heavily, her face flushed and eyes glazed over from the intensity of it all.

Her lips were swollen, her chin glistening with saliva, and the sheets beneath her were soaked in her own release.

Niklaus chuckled softly, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face as he gazed down at her with a mix of satisfaction and control.

"Such a good little toy," he murmured, his tone playful once again, though there was an edge of sincerity hidden beneath it.

"But next time… try not to make such a mess."

Ashley whimpered softly in response, her body still trembling as she basked in the afterglow of their twisted encounter.

She knew she had given herself completely to him—both body and soul—and despite the harshness of his actions, she couldn't deny the satisfaction that came with it.

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