Marvel : Homelander

Niklaus, still driven by his insatiable hunge, decided to escalate this further.

With a commanding sweep of his willpower, he lifted Ashley effortlessly, her body weightless in his grasp.

He positioned her over his shoulders, her muscular legs resting on either side of his neck.

Her yelp of surprise echoed through the room as he adjusted her, his grip firm and unyielding.

Without hesitation, Niklaus' focus shifted to her exposed folds.

He attacked with intense, deliberate force, his movements relentless as he pushed her toward another peak.

His hands were firm on her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her with a savage need.

Each thrust of his tongue was measured and powerful, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Ashley's hands instinctively reached for his head, gripping his hair as her body responded to the overwhelming stimulation.

Her breaths grew ragged, her moans escalating into cries of pleasure as she came undone within minutes of his relentless assault.

Her entire body shook with the intensity of her orgasm, her legs trembling around him as she clung to him, unable to control her reactions.

When Niklaus finally pulled back, he licked his lips appreciatively, savoring the taste of her release.

"Delicious," he remarked with a satisfied smirk.

He set her down gently, though the sudden release from his grip left her breathless and unsteady on her feet.

Ashley, panting heavily and still recovering from the series of intense orgasms, tried to gather herself.

Despite her superhuman physique aiding her recovery, she remained visibly shaken, her body quivering slightly from the residual pleasure.

But before she could fully regain her composure, Niklaus' expression shifted.

Without warning, he turned her over, binding her hands behind her back with a rope of his willpower.

The rope was tight, almost tangible, and held her wrists in place with a firm, inescapable grip.

Additional ropes manifested around her, twisting and wrapping her into a complex, sexual pose one he had seen in some cultural books.

The ropes secured her body in a way that emphasized her vulnerability.

Ashley's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening to make a comment about how intensely erotic the situation felt.

However, before she could utter a word, Niklaus silenced her with a gag, his eyes gleaming with a ruthless edge.

The gag was firm and unyielding, cutting off any further protests or comments she might have had.

He adjusted the ropes with a precise touch, ensuring she was bound in a way that left her completely at his mercy.

Niklaus stepped back, surveying his handiwork with satisfaction.

"Remember your place," he said coldly, his voice carrying an unmistakable authority.

"You asked for this. Now, you will have to bear with it."

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From there on

Niklaus and Ashley lost themselves in a fevered haze of desire, their bodies and minds lost in a dance of passion that erased all sense of time.

What began as a single indulgent moment stretched into an endless cycle of pleasure and hunger, each time pulling them deeper into a realm where nothing else existed but their shared sheer sexual desire.

The soft glow of dawn and the deep shadows of night became indistinguishable, mere backgeound changes.

They moved through the hours with a relentless and primal rhythm, exploring each other with insatiable lust, as if trying to uncover new depths of their feelings.

The outside world faded into a distant memory; there were no obligations, no responsibilities, just the two of them and the magnetic pull that kept them locked in an unbroken trance.

Their breaths synced with one another, bodies slick with sweat, whispering secrets in the dark that only heightened the intoxicating connection between them.

It wasn't until their physical exhaustion caught up to them that they paused, bodies heavy with fatigue and satisfaction.

The realization hit them like a sudden awakening—over a week had passed, yet it felt like an instant, a singular moment stretched to infinity.

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Niklaus held Ashley close, their bodies still warm from the intensity that had just passed.

He pressed soft kisses along the back of her neck, his lips lingering on her skin as if savoring the rare moment of quiet between them.

His strong arms wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

They lay together, both naked and vulnerable.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath.

For a moment, he allowed himself to simply be present, without the usual drive for control or dominance.

He could feel her heartbeat in sync with his, a gentle rhythm that made him pause, wondering where they stood now—what this connection really meant.

Breaking the silence, he whispered into her ear, "What do you want us to be?"

His voice was softer than usual, carrying an uncharacteristic uncertainty.

Niklaus was not one to ask questions like this—he was used to being the one with answers, the one in control.

Yet now, he needed to hear what she felt, to understand what their relationship had become.

Ashley remained silent for a moment, her eyes closed as she let the warmth of his embrace seep into her.

She wasn't used to these tender moments either—Niklaus had always been intense, commanding, his every move dripping with power.

But now, she felt something different from him, and it gave her the courage to speak the truth that had been bubbling inside her for some time.

"I don't want to be your girlfriend or your lover," she said softly, her voice steady but carrying a weight of finality.

She felt him tense slightly behind her, and she hesitated before continuing, "I just want to be yours."

Niklaus's brow furrowed.

Her words didn't align with what he had expected—he had thought perhaps she would want more, to be elevated in his life.

He tilted her chin with his hand, gently forcing her to look at him as if searching for some hidden meaning in her words.

"Yours?" he repeated, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of confusion. "You don't want to be more than that?"

Ashley met his gaze with unwavering eyes.

She could see his confusion, and she knew it was hard for him to grasp. Niklaus was not a man who entertained doubt or opposition easily.

But this was something she had thought about long and hard. "No," she replied quietly but with conviction.

"I don't want to be more. I don't want the title of lover or girlfriend. I just want to be yours—completely."

Her words hung in the air between them, and for the first time, Niklaus was unsure how to respond.

He frowned slightly, his eyes searching hers as if trying to piece together her reasoning.

"Why?" he asked, his voice a little firmer now but still gentle. "You don't need to be less. You could be so much more. I wouldn't mind that."

Ashley shook her head slowly, feeling the weight of her decision even as she spoke it aloud.

"Because as your lover, I'd feel constrained," she explained, her voice soft but steady.

"There would be expectations—expectations to be someone I'm not, to play a role I don't want. But as your servant, as someone who belongs to you, I'm free. Free to be what I truly am. Free to serve you in the way that feels right to me."

Niklaus was taken aback by her honesty.

Her words held a truth he hadn't anticipated, and they stirred something in him that he hadn't considered before.

He pulled her closer, his lips brushing her temple as he absorbed what she had said.

Ashley was different from anyone he had ever met in his life.

She wasn't seeking equality or status. She wanted something deeper—something that transcended the usual definitions of relationships.

It wasn't about power or submission; it was about choice, her choice to be exactly where she wanted to be.

"I don't want to constrain you," he murmured, his voice low as he placed another kiss on her shoulder.

"But are you sure this is what you want? To always be in this role? To never ask for more?"

Ashley nodded, her fingers gently curling around his hand where it rested on her stomach.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "Because as a lover, I'd have limits. But as your servant, as someone who belongs only to you, I'm limitless. That's where I'm free. And that's what I need."

Niklaus let out a slow breath, absorbing her words.

He had always prided himself on control, on being the one to dictate terms.

But this… this was different. Ashley wasn't asking for control.

She was giving him everything, willingly, and that pished his buttons in ways he hadn't thought anyone could.

His grip tightened slightly around her, not out of in a gentle acknowledgment of her choice, of her trust in him.

He pressed his lips to the side of her neck again, a quiet promise lingering in the touch.

"If that's what you want," he murmured against her skin, his voice a mixture of understanding and acceptance, "then I'll respect that."

Ashley sighed softly, leaning back into him, a small smile playing on her lips as she closed her eyes.

For the first time in her life , she felt compeltely at peace. She had chosen her place, and Niklaus had accepted her decision.

In that quiet moment, they found a new understanding between them—one that went beyond power, beyond labels. It was just them, together, in a way that nome but them could understand.

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