Chapter 48

[Homelander's POV]

After a soft landing on the balcony, I opened the doors to my apartment.

There's something off about the big American flag on the wall. However, I should take a shower first and then put on clean clothes.

Entering the bathroom, I went straight into the shower, turning on the hottest water.

However, I had to stop when I suddenly felt pain.

It was so unexpected that I froze, staring at my injured hand.

I turned off the water and carefully examined my left hand.

The strange redness on the skin resembled how normal people react to cold.

"A burn?"

I muttered in shock, not taking my eyes off my hand.

I remember that this was the hand I used to decapitate that glowing idiot, and nothing else on my body hurt at all.

So, the nuclear guy's blood might have burned me like acid? Or maybe it was because he had too much nuclear energy?

That massive mushroom cloud reaching the sky was quite eloquent.

"Even invulnerability has its limits, doesn't it, Homelander?"

I smirked, looking at my reflection in the glass.

Sighing heavily, I looked at the redness again and then felt a slight burning sensation, which made me genuinely smile.

Honestly, I thought I would never feel pain again.

I didn't think I would miss it so much.

I turned on the cold water because it helped ease the pain, but the burning feeling worsened.

"Interesting... How about hot water?"

I turned on the hot water.

The result didn't change, and the heat barely felt like the cold. It seemed the burning feeling came from contact with anything that explained a lot.

What if I intensified the effect?

I bet my eyes were gleaming with anticipation right now.

Moreover, I knew a place where even I could feel the cold.

I put on a spare suit, went outside to the balcony, and flew straight up. It only took ten minutes, and I could feel the cold for the first time.

The burning sensation almost stopped, replaced by a pleasant coolness.

This method wouldn't work for other supes, if only because not every supe, even a strong one, could withstand such cold.

It's hard to say the same about Maeve, but even she doesn't particularly enjoy freezing her butt off during flights with me.

In the end, I spent only half an hour in space before I felt the effect nearly wore off.

The redness wouldn't go away immediately but would fade over time.

It was clear that my enhanced regeneration was working. After a few days, there might be no more signs of the burn.

Still, it was a good idea to talk to an expert.

"Amazing, it's extremely unusual to see something like this. How did this even happen?"

The doctor was very surprised.

"Flew too close to the sun?"

"No, but I was in the middle of a nuclear explosion."

I shrugged, showing that it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Wait, the nuclear explosion that happened today?"

He now looked at me cautiously, stepping back a considerable distance.

As it turned out, it wasn't to get rid of me as soon as possible.

The doctor didn't run away like I thought he would. Instead, he pulled something out of a cabinet and approached me.

"This is a dosimeter used by personnel at nuclear power plants."

He explained while performing his manipulations.

"We have one hero whose power is based on gamma radiation."

"Got it."

"Surprisingly, everything is within normal limits."

He looked thoughtfully at the device's readings.

"I'll still need to prescribe you a burn ointment and some pills. Iodine prophylaxis won't hurt you."

"So, overall, everything's fine?"

"Yes, you'll be fine, as will those around you. It seems your body has a strong resistance to radiation, which is a very interesting phenomenon."

He smiled, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

It seemed this meeting had made him tense.

I would also be cautious of someone who had been in the middle of a nuclear explosion.

Radiation is dangerous, and it's no joke, especially for ordinary people—and, as it turned out, for me as well.

The fact that I met such a great is nothing but amazing luck.

It wouldn't have been funny if this nuclear man had gone to one of the cities in the United States.

Stan Edgar would have gained even more influence for Vought on the global stage.

This was starting to worry me.

I hadn't found this bomber on the first try after visiting four other such groups before.

Things were much easier there.

Sighing, I walked into the nearest pharmacy where I bought the pills and ointment.

It's worth mentioning that the pharmacist wasn't particularly surprised by my appearance since other supes also frequented this place.

Everything went rather routinely. Then, I simply flew toward Vought Tower, landing on the balcony soon after.

Entering inside, I tossed the pills into my mouth, washing them down with water shortly after.

I poured some cold milk into the same glass and then relaxed on the couch.

Sipping my favorite drink, I removed the top part of my suit. I carefully applied the ointment to the affected hand.

The effect was quick and sooth the irritating burning almost instantly.

Now, I understood the high price of this special ointment—it was well worth it.

After all, I'm not the first supe in their clinic, and they've been doing this for at least sixty years, so they know their stuff.

After finishing the procedures, I leaned back against the couch to relax my eyes.

I hadn't gotten physically tired, but I was mentally drained, especially morally. I was so tired of everything that I stopped bothering about the terrorists.

It could be unacceptable that this kind of violence is unacceptable. However, I honestly didn't care what they said about me anymore.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of heels clicking.

I wouldn't notice any difference between the sound of Madelyn's heels and Starlight's if I were an ordinary person.

With such abilities, I could know without any X-ray who was where in Vought Tower.

I noticed the uninvited guest lingering at the entrance even before she stepped out of the elevator.

"You can come in."

He sighed softly upon hearing my calm voice.

The door opened, and she walked in with champagne in her hand.

Queen Maeve looked at me with surprise, immediately noticing something was off.

"What happened to your hand?"

"I was hoping you'd at least greet me first."

"You didn't answer the question, John. What happened to you?

She asked, no longer hiding her concern.

"It was one of the supervillains. Exploded—a literal nuclear blast."

I shrugged under her surprised gaze.

"Don't worry about me; you should have seen the other guy. Ended up headless."

She looked at the burn skeptically and sighed.

The news that I wasn't entirely invincible sobered her up.

She approached and sat down next to me. She almost touched my hand, but she stopped herself in time.

"Does it hurt?"

"I feel a slight burning, nothing more."

"Do you remember how shocked you were back then?"

She raised her right hand, showing it to me.

"You were so stunned by the sight of my blood."

The memory of how badly she had injured her hand while saving people quickly came to mind.

She had broken every bone in her right hand until Homelander arrived.

Then, Homelander realized just how much weaker Maeve was compared to him.

The operation had taken a lot of time and was far from easy for the doctors.

"Before that, nothing could hurt you."

I spoke thoughtfully, touching her hand and running my fingers over her smooth skin.

"Just like you, until today."

"There's more to come."

I smiled, but it was a little forced because of the situation.

The silence continued as I continued to stroke her hand.

Maeve didn't object, taking the time to gather her thoughts.

"I wanted to apologize for judging you. I didn't understand the situation."

Maeve said sincerely, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry."

"If I could actually hold a grudge against you for that... I was a complete jerk all those years."

"Well, at least now you're not a complete jerk."

She smiled as she straddled me without any fuss.

She held my head with her long, flowing fingers and gently ran them through my thick hair to keep it in place.

I could tell that any motion would be firmly restrained if I moved.

Maeve wanted control, and I wasn't against giving her that little bit.

The intense touch of her lips on mine made my mouth taste like expensive lipstick with a hint of champagne.

Honestly, it was surprising how easily supers could get drunk on regular alcohol.

For example, Homelander couldn't manage it at all.

Even ten bottles of the strongest liquor only made him need to relieve himself, nothing more.

That's also why he didn't drink at all.

After forty years of life where no one denied him anything, it was impossible not to try everything if he wanted to.

Meanwhile, Maeve played with my lips, nibbling and teasing in every way possible.

I was slowly losing patience while wanting nothing more than to throw her seductive body onto the couch.

However, I restrained myself to add a particular spice to the moment, making the desire even stronger.

My pants became tight, and Maeve couldn't help but feel it with her butt.

While I was distracted by her smooth movements, Maeve's hands moved downward.

The tips of her fingers went over my chest and caressed my rock-hard abs.

It's not an exaggeration to say that. 

Maeve shifted from my lips to my chin, neck, and lower.

She wasn't usually this gentle... could it be because of her guilt?

If so, I actually liked it.

Mave's hands finally reached the sweet spot, gently rubbing the bulge in my pants before undoing the belt and releasing my member.

She skilfully moved along the tense shaft, providing pleasant sensations.

I closed my eyes, savoring it.

Suddenly, she pressed her lips to my ear with a flash of a grin, but my mind couldn't immediately decipher the heated hum of her whisper.

"What?"

I tried to focus, strenuously pushing away the pleasant sensations.

I even opened my eyes to return to reality.

Instead of seeing her face, my right eye was blocked by bright red hair, which caught my attention.

Maeve found my response to her words highly amusing, interrupting her whisper with a cheerful laugh.

"I said, you've been a good boy today and deserve a reward."

She repeated her whisper, making my ear ticklish.

"Do you agree, my hero?"

"Yes."

In response, she laughed again, then pulled away from my ear and passionately kissed me on the lips.

This kiss was long, pulling us both into an enthralling process, and Maeve slid down, pulling my pants off.

Seeing this, I almost held my breath, feeling my balls tighten with fear.

It was hard to forget that time, and her mouth was kept as far from my groin as possible in our subsequent encounters.

Now, she had reached my weak spot.

Maeve gently slid the foreskin all the way down, playing with the head with her tongue while starting to rub my scrotum with her hands.

She was enjoying every bit of my flesh by the look on her face.

She worked her tongue like a vacuum, her hands gently kneading the pouch holding my testicles, and her lips moved lower, leaving traces of her lipstick.

She took more than half of my member into her mouth and began a backward motion.

Then she pulled it out to tease the small hole at the tip of my shaft with her sharp tongue.

One hand continued to caress my balls while the other stroked the shaft.

I couldn't hold back a moan as she became even more vigorous.

Maeve kissed it lower and more passionately. I breathed heavily and closed my eyes.

In anticipation, I involuntarily held my breath, feeling my cock getting all wet with pre-cum.

She lightly breathed on it, then moved even lower.

She kissed the inner surface of my thighs and started on my balls. She fondled and kissed them, then moved up again.

She licked the base of my shaft as if she wanted to lick the whole thing clean and finally reach the head.

Taking it slowly into her mouth, she made it look like it might break with a quick move.

I couldn't help but stroke her hair and moan while listening to her heavy breathing.

She gently licks me while swallowing him a little roughly.

She has to hold her breath and let it go into her larynx, but my penis fits perfectly in her mouth.

She continues this frantic dance.

Kissing, licking, swallowing, stroking the shaft and base.

We both enjoyed this process.

Maeve kisses him passionately when his dick bursts out of her mouth, not holding back her moans of pleasure.

I'm balancing on the verge of orgasm and enjoying the sensations. I fall silent, feeling that I can no longer hold back.

At this moment, she slid along the length of my penis with skilled lips and a smooth head movement up and down.

Suddenly she accelerated sharply whi;e pushing herself onto my penis with wide movements and almost completely releasing it into the air.

I couldn't stand this, cumming profusely right in her mouth.

At the same time, Maeve continued to suck very actively without releasing my shaft from the captivity of her lips.

Seeing her gradually swallow my seed was mesmerizing.

Maeve set out to clean my penis completely, licking it, collecting every last drop.

And then... she continued.

She put her mouth on my device again and again, carefully looking at my face.

From the look, it was clear that it wouldn't be just one blowjob.

Well, I didn't mind at all.

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