Chapter 23

The first night in the Bahamas with romance, revelations, and suddenly... the trust I had shown.

It's safe to say that Annie didn't need any extra foreplay. 

As soon as we entered the hotel room, she immediately pounced on me, kissing me passionately.

We could have continued like that, but we had to stop to remove the interfering clothes and sit on the couch.

She didn't complicate things and simply sat on top.

I kissed her again and then began to caress the nice curves of her slim body.

She eventually began to move her hips impatiently in order to rub her itching crotch against my tensed member through the swimwear.

I interrupted the kiss again and looked into her eyes. Annie was definitely ready.

Running my palms over her slender body, I grasp her firm backside to pull down her panties to free her crotch.

She clumsily tried to remove my swimwear to finally get to my member, and I helped her out.

After positioning it at the moist slit of her, making her shiver with anticipation, I insert it.

It was great to finally have this beautiful girl.

"Mmm…"

She moaned, biting her lip as she lowered herself onto the aroused member.

Gripping her buttocks tightly, I make a thrusting movement with my hips.

Annie responded by moving her hips as well, and her pussy greedily clenched but not enough to cause me any discomfort.

She began to move even faster. I felt her tension building, making her practically squirm on me.

Meanwhile, my movements were more measured, maintaining a steady rhythm and pace.

"Ahh…"

Annie sighed heavily.

Nevertheless, she was already highly aroused. The brief but sensual hops quickly brought her to the edge where a wave of orgasm overcame her.

"O-ohhh…"

She moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

She collapsed on me, pressing her beautiful body against mine.

A bright light flickered on and off from under her half-closed eyes, fading and then flaring up again.

Since I hadn't climaxed yet, I decided to speed up while she was lost in the pulsating sensation of her fading orgasm.

However, her genitals were too sensitive at that moment, and the continued sliding movements gave her even more pleasure.

Finally…

A sharp thrust and I froze in place while burying my member as deeply as possible into Annie, releasing a thick stream of semen inside her.

It reminded me of Becca and Maeve. Well, yes, I realize that Annie might get pregnant after this.

 However, it is still highly unlikely.

Nevertheless, I can control the situation and ensure that the scenario of hiding my child doesn't repeat itself.

"Ahh… amazing."

I wasn't in a hurry to pull out even after finishing inside her.

It felt too good to just stop like that.

I simply stroked her cheek before kissing her again and resuming the movements.

There were no problems continuing almost seamlessly without changing positions.

I pulled off her bra to enjoy her beautiful small breasts... I couldn't just look at them for long, and gave in, I pressed my lips to them.

Starlight moaned, wrapping her hands around my head and burying her fingers in my hair.

I only began to torment her breasts more intensely, greedily sucking on them while squeezing them with my hand.

"S-stop…"

She pleaded excitedly.

"Sorry, was I too rough?"

With a sigh, I released her breasts.

"A little… ohhh…"

She climaxed again as we hadn't stopped moving the whole time.

After a while, making Starlight climax for the fourth time, I decided to change positions.

I repositioned to her delicate slit, laid her down on the couch, and entered myself while hovering over Annie.

She gasped, not expecting me to grip her thighs and lift them. I sped up the pace and stronger thrusts into her vagina while raising her hips.

I restrained myself slightly less, and her breaths were mixed with excited cries.

She was stunned.

After all, I could easily injure an ordinary girl with such thrusts.

Starlight was able to handle this and even feel more pleasure than before, thanks to her powers.

....

A neatly arranged office, a desk, and an American flag in the corner.

The office of the CIA's Deputy Director had everything that was expected.

Susan Raynor was now sitting at the conference table, looking down with superiority at the equally influential woman who was Senior Vice President of Hero Management.

There are two agents standing on either side of Raynor and watching the whole thing.

Madelyn might have been untroubled by potential attacks from the CIA before this, but now it was the exact opposite.

"Miss Raynor, I fully understand that you're savoring the moment to upset me with some news. But please, make it quick. As you can imagine, I'm a very busy person."

Madelyn said with an incredibly irritating smile while awaiting a response.

"Oh, of course. But I'm afraid you'll be occupied for the next few years with what I'm about to tell you, corporate whore."

Raynor smirked, showing no restraint in her choice of words as she placed a vial of blue liquid on the table.

She took great pleasure in seeing Madelyn momentarily lose her composure.

"And what is this?"

"As far as I know, you call it Compound V. However, what am I saying? You know more about this crap than I do, right?"

Raynor added, pulling out a photo of an Asian woman in shackles.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Madelyn stopped smiling, not understanding why she was being shown a photo of some Asian woman, but she was quick about who they were.

"I'm talking about the scandal of the century, Madelyn. Vought's stock will plummet, and lawsuits will rain down. Criminal prosecution... followed by bankruptcy. And you'll be trading in your suits for orange jumpsuits for a period ranging from fifteen to thirty years."

Raynor said with a smile, looking into her eyes.

"What do you want?"

"First of all, no superheroes in the armed forces."

"The bill has already gone to vote, which will occur any day now."

"And you'll withdraw it. I don't care if the idea is changed or something, but this cannot happen. We'll return to the status quo where we hold the law and power in this country. Do you understand?"

"I'll need to discuss this with my superiors."

"Well then, run along, Forrest."

Raynor smiled, watching as Madelyn got up and left the room. She then turned to the men.

"You may go."

Raynor got up from her chair and sat down in her favorite chair, the one she had worked so hard to get for years.

However, she couldn't even take a minute to relax because the secretary who was meant to be by the office door came in.

"Mrs. Raynor, Mr. Butcher wants to see you."

She said uncertainly.

"Let him in, and make sure there are no visitors or calls."

Raynor responded with a sigh, looking at Butcher, who had just entered.

"Well, hello, Raynor."

He said boldly as he sat down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other.

"How did it go?"

"Fine,"

She replied, clearly not wanting to deal with him at the moment.

"So, will my demands be met?"

Billy smirked in the way only he could.

"How did you manage not to get caught by them? As far as I know, they have no idea who's behind all this."

She looked at him questioningly, not ready to answer right away.

"Let's just say I have my methods."

Billy leaned in while looking her in the eyes.

"I know your methods, Butcher."

She snorted, eyeing him with suspicion.

"You haven't answered my question."

Butcher frowned, giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine. It was best not to play games with him at such moments.

"You can't just put Homelander away."

"And what if I bring you irrefutable evidence?"

He pressed on.

"Billy, we don't have anything that could not only capture this bastard but even protect ourselves from him."

Raynor sighed, irritating Butcher.

"Unless you find some kind of weapon that can do the job. Or at least something that can apply pressure on him."

"And what if I find one?"

"Then good luck to you."

She said this while pressing her lips together knowing such a search could lead to trouble.

However, she couldn't stop him either.

"Got it. I'll wait for your call saying all the necessary documents are ready and my team and I can get to work."

Butcher said as he stood up from the chair and soon left through the door.

"Left in true English style, how predictable."

Raynor snorted as she leaned back in her chair. She just hoped this bastard wouldn't ruin everything.

It was time for her to deal with finding out who was behind the damn terrorist attack on the passenger plane.

Butcher calmly left the office and took the elevator down, soon finding himself on the street.

After heading to the parking lot, he entered the van and met M.M.'s gaze.

"So, what's the deal?"

M.M. asked impatiently, tapping on the steering wheel.

"Everything's on track. Our demands will be met by tomorrow."

Butcher smirked.

"Did you tell her about Homelander?"

M.M. asked, only to receive a very expressive look in response.

"You didn't, did you?"

"Looks like he erased all the camera footage, so don't worry about that."

"Don't worry? Butcher, he knows us by face and probably already knows where I live. Not to mention you and Hughie."

He said with anger at Butcher's calmness.

"Without Raynor's protection..."

"He'll find us no matter what."

Butcher frowned.

"Your family is safe already, so be happy. In a couple of days, they'll be untouchable."

"That's what they call outcasts."

M.M. sighed as he leaned back in his seat.

"Am I a professor or something? How was I supposed to know?"

Butcher retorted.

"Why would Homelander want this?"

M.M. suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Is it some kind of game where he deliberately lets the prey go to..."

"He doesn't have that goal. We just got lucky. That prick would have most likely taken everything to Raynor himself, even without us. You heard his speech."

"So what now?"

"We need to make a stop."

"Where to?"

"Mallory."

"Are you sure?"

M.M. asked uncertainly.

"What do you think?"

Butcher replied with a serious look.

The van started moving and hit the road.

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