Fucking Diabolical Part SevenButcher groaned as a soft night breeze passed over his naked form, stirring him from deep slumber. A delicate, feminine hand with perfectly manicured nails was draped on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took.He craned his neck to look at the face of Victoria Neuman, the Vice President and Vought head-popping Supe extraordinaire.He'd thought about eating her. Butcher was certainly hungry enough, and revenge for Raynor would have been sweet, but the ma

Fucking Diabolical Part Six"You made the right choice, Starlight."Homelander's silhouette was jet black against the New York skyline."I've come up with something of a solution to our little problem with William, and since your boy Hughie seems to have fallen in with the wrong side yet again, we need to employ some scorched earth tactics of our own."Starlight couldn't quite believe she was standing where she was. Back in the Tower. Back where everything had changed for her. The boardroom was bare

Fucking Diabolical Part FiveHughie sat on the bow of the boat, looking out over the water, dotted with the orange glow of flickering fires. He could hear the captain inside shouting into his radio, though he couldn't make out the words.A body in Navy aquaflage floated up and hit the hull with a dull thud."Serves you right." Hughie thought to himself, though he knew in his heart they were just "following orders" regardless of where the orders came from.He'd imagined he'd come into this scenario a

Fucking Diabolical Part FourThe Deep couldn't bear it much longer.He was so anxious that every little thing made him jump. He'd taken to chewing the webbing between his fingers until they bled.And Butcher was the cause.He was pretty sure he'd been putting on a brave face to Homelander, but his last attempt to get some intel had finally borne fruit. And it was far, far more terrifying than he'd imagined.In fact, he would have been pretty sure it was a fever dream if Ashley hadn't been there watch

Fucking Diabolical Part ThreeIt was an obsession.Homelander knew this. He'd heard the expression, "living rent free in your head" from one of the many mud people that simpered around him.Butcher didn't live rent free in his head, Butcher had built a fucking bungalow in there.He didn't know how he'd gotten his powers, whether someone snuck him some top secret special edition V or what, but according to The Deep's rapidly improving spy network or whatever the fuck he called it, Butcher was develop

The BoysFucking Diabolical Part Two(You're probably going to want to read Part One first…)Butcher pressed his fist against his lips in a vain attempt to stifle the belch that worked its way up his throat.Fuck. It had been that way all morning. One of the very strange side effects of his newfound ability to "process" Supes as he called it, was that there was no waste. Not even the tiniest piece of them remained after he had a feast, and his stomach always shrank back down to its new, intensely

The BoysA guttural groan, more animalistic than human emanated from deep in Butcher's throat.In stark contrast, Hughie's exclamation was more of a muffled squeal, a desperate cry for air as his throat was nearly sealed by the deep plunge of the Brit's pulsing cock."Mmmhhhpphh!""Yeah, that's right you delicious little cunt." Butcher let every word linger, the words as much a threat as pleasure, his tongue beginning to loll out of his mouth, catching the salt of his own sweat dripping into the ten

My tongue thrust deep inside her. I wasn't certain which of us had made her wetter, was it the sweet warm saliva from my breathless maw, or her own salty sweat and tangy sweet nectar. As I pulled my tongue out to flick against her engorged clit, I was rewarded with the beginnings of a deep moan.
She was ready.
Moving away from her delectable pussy with no small amount of regret, I traced a finger up the inside of her thigh as I went down the other with my tongue. She shivered and bucked her hip