Homelander's legacy, The Boys

[ Two weeks later ]

John wakes up naked, he stretches on his black silk drape then lazily starts floating in the air. Still floating, he cross the room then opens the door to the living room. Grabbing the tv controller on his path, he stops flexing and plump down on his sofa, turning on the news.

He sees her before she knocks, Ashley. Wondering what could she possibly want, John says. " Enter Ashley." His voice loud enough to make it to her.

The red-haired Ashley enters the room and immediately closes her eyes as she sees the most powerful man alive leasurly watching the latest Vought News journal.

" Oh my god ! You're naked sir." She says, pleading internally for him to put a pant on. She keeps her eyes close as a long silence stretch.

" Open your eyes." Homelander says coldly to her and she can only open her eyes. He tower over her, his body sculpted to perfection, the epitome of masculinity. She glances down and her mouth opens then close quickly.

" Close the door Ashley." He says before levitating back to the sofa as she execute his order.

Homelander mute the tv and glances at Ashley, she's wearing a blue G-string that is already making his manhood slightly grow under her eyes.

" Sir.." Ashley struggles to say why she's here. " Madelyn would like to see you, she said and I quote 'It's urgent, get me Homelander'." She explains herself in one sentence.

" You know, Madelyn won't always be here Ashley. There could be opportunity for you, I know you thought about it, how you could be so much more. I could be that driving force behind you Ashley... Think about it, with my support, you'd be untouchable." John says, ignoring her reason to be here, his words makes her uncomfortable but she can't deny the appeal to them, with The Homelander on her side, she won't have to worry about being fired, hell she could be promoted thinks Ashley, her neurons firing up.

" However, it's only a possibility for now. You're gonna have to work for it Ashley, sweat for it even and above all be obedient." John says, bringing her back to their discussion. " I don't need an answer Ashley, we both knows you agree. Come here." He adds, keeping her from responding and making her a sign to come in front of him.

Ashley hopes her legs won't betray her as she walks toward Homelander. Reaching him her breathe quickens and her hands becomes clammy.

" Sir... " She says, her voice meek and barely above a whisper.

" On your knees Ashley." Homelander says, his voice cold and uncaring. " Do I have to repeat myself Ashley ?" He asks rhetorically when she takes too long. She quickly kneel as his eyes start to get tainted red.

" Ass on your feet and hands behind your back Ashley." He orders and this time he doesn't have to hammer it a second time. His semi-hard cock harden to full mast, making Ashley gulp in apprehension as she's eye level with his dick.

" If you use your hands once or you ass raises up I'll punish you" Homelander says sternly. " You understand ?" He asks.

" Answer me !" He grabs her jaw and yells at her, it takes all her willpower to stay contained, her hands behind her back and ass stuck to her feet.

" Yes sir !" Ashley hurriedly answers and holds her breath until he releases her jaw.

" Stick your face to my balls and take big whiff, the sooner you'll learn the smell and taste the better." Homelander commands her and her moment of hesitation almost causes him to take hold of her head.

Plunging her face in his balls is more complex than she thought, she have to get slightly under his shaft and for a second it rest fully on her face, making her gulp once more as her view is obscured by its shadow and she feels it's weight.

" Ashley.." He reprimands her as she lost herself and this time she goes at it frankly, planting her nose directly into his heavy ballsack, she ignores the tickling of his hair and takes a big whiff obediently. Her nostrils flaring.

" Four more Ashley, I want it engraved in your mind. " He adds dominantly caressing her scalp briefly before putting back his arms behind his head.

Sniff.

Ashley inhale his scent once more, the virile smell invading her nostrils.

Sniff.

His smell is not that bad she thinks as she takes a third whiff.

Sniff.

Sniff.

Ashley can almost feels his balls churning from the contact of her nose and she unconsciously starts salivating, her subconscious preparing her to what's coming.

" Well, that's very good Ashley." He starts with a praise. " You're not that dumb , you can take an order." He continues, humiliating her this time.

" Ah ! Ass on your feet I said." Homelander reminds her with authority and she glares silently at him, her nose still buried in his ballsack.

" Lick them. Give 'em love. Slowly. " He relax once more as Ashley flatten her tongue and lick tenderly his balls, all the while hating it, she pushes her nails in her hands behind her back as she continues washing them with her tongue.

" Now lick me from the balls to the root of my cock then till the crown. After that use your mouth only to make me cum." He gives her his final order then let his head fall back, closing his eyes as he imagines his day and his next meeting with Annie.

Ashley flatten her tongue and gives a long and slow lick to the underside of his dick. She feels the veins under her tongue but what captures her attention is the hardness and the girth, she's not really surprised since it's the Homelander but still it makes her imagine what it would feel like inside her and the thought makes her pussy tingles. Reaching the crown of his dick, she engulf it, her tongue twirling around it like when she French kiss her boyfriend. Carefully pulling her lips over her teeth, she slowly goes down on it, her lips stretching to their limits, threatening to crack at any second.

" Not used to this caliber, huh." Homelander taunts her but stays in his position. " Since it's the first time I'll be magnanimous, take your time, get used to it. But I warn you Ashley, next time you better have learn something form today." He adds, his voice still stern but also mocking in a vicious way. She's lucky last night put him in a good mood.

Getting back to it, Ashley takes her time to adapt to his size, her spit making it easier to bob her head in a sensual rhythm, with his indestructibility extended to his manhood she feels every ridges, every veins running along his rod as hard as steel. Her cheeks hollows as she suck him of, her head slowly descending closer to the root of his dick but still unable to reach it. Her pussy moisten as she keeps working on the Homelander.

As she keeps sucking his cock, she alternates between kissing it, giving it long licks from the sides or underneath and after what felt like an eternity she finally feels the first sign of release.

" I think it's evident, but, to be sure, you swallow everything, no interruption till I'm soft again. And, Don't. Spill. A. Drop." He clarifies his wants and she just silently keep trying to coax out his sperm from him.

Ashley accommodate his dick suddenly thrusting in when she's sucking him, like an obedient pet she follows his cock to not let it escape. Taking air with her nose, she dives, the last centimeters hard but finally her nose is pressed against his pubic hair, doing her best to suppress her gaging reflex she breathes slowly and deeply through her nose, recognizing the smell than his balls have and she desperately sucks, her tongue glued to the underside of his shaft as her cheeks hollows out from her suction. Slowly she raises up from the root, keeping her suction. His dick jerk once more, and she knows, intuitively, she can sense it.

" Uh. urg." Homelander groans without shame, his dick pulsing as he feels his balls churning and his sperm running to tip of his gland. He thrusts inside Ashley's mouth, her suction immediately catching the first drops, hurriedly she reaches his gland as another groan escape him and he thrust once more.

Spurt.

A first thick jet of sperm flood Ashley mouth, the taste sweet, fruity and pleasing, a result of his diet and the V in his every cells. She gulp it down, his dick pulses again inside her mouth, ready to gives her more.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Ashley swallows, her throat gulping down and the sound incredibly arousing for him, she swallow the last bit of sperm, her tastebuds overwhelmed as she keeps sucking his still hard and spasming dick. She doesn't know but it takes a conscious effort on his part to not stay hard and ready to go. But there is work to do he thinks contently as Ashley cleans up his dick conscientiously.

" Ahh.. Today is going to be a good day, I just know it." He says, feeling refreshed.

Ashley free his soft cock from her mouth. His dick coated by her saliva and belly full of his babybatter he asks her. " What did you say Madelyn wanted ?" His charming and disarming smile in place.

[ At the same time ]

Under the shower, Starlight touches herself, thinking of John. As the water washes away the bubble of shampoo from her hair and body, she stops, unable to bring herself to completion she gets out dissatisfied.

As part of her morning routine, she grabs the vanilla hydrating lotion, she applies it in front of the mirror, unaware of the distant eyes following her every movements as she coats her breast and massage them, making the lotion penetrates. By the time she finishes, rubbing the lotion on the sole of her feet, her skin absorb it, her smooth skin carrying the scent of vanilla.

[ A few moments later ]

[ Madelyn's office ]

Sitting once more in front of Madelyn clad in his costume, Homelander reign in his petulant impatience and listen to her.

"So, for A-Train race you're paired with Maeve. You'll give an interview to Cameron, you'll be live on VNN." Madelyn says to him, her legs crossed as she looks at the tv at her side broadcasting news on the Nasdac, her double screen connected to a V6 Laptop showing Vought's share price in real time.

" I know it's a bit tensed between you, however, we need you, I need you John." She adds seeing him frown at her words.

" You'll get off my back for my littles escapades with Starlight then ?" He answers, using the situation to his advantages, her bitching about it grate his nerves every time.

" Yes... Nevertheless you should reconsider it, what if you're caught can you imagine the impact on your images ?" Madelyn says, trying again to convince him, her eyes and tone pleading but she can't help the unconscious glance at the screen showing the curve.

" I don't want to hear about it anymore Madelyn." He retorts then claps his hands. " So it's settled, I'll get Maeve, we need to rehearse a bit before." He says with a smile, standing to leave as Madelyn watch him with concealed anger, frustration and fear, feeling John slipping more and more from her.

[ Starlight's apartment ]

Dressed in her Starlight suit, her hair impeccably done, she sits at the kitchen bar with a red fruits infusion she occasionally sips from as she reads her emails on her new last gen laptop giving to her the day of her hiring.

She follows the link send by Ashley, the assistant who's in charge of delivering schedules. She connects to the platform developed by Vought's dev teams with her ID. She looks at the planning, disappointed that John is paired for the morning with Maeve. They will only see each other at A-Train race against Mister Marathon in the afternoon.

Hearing knock, she locks her laptop and stands up with an energetic spring to her steps. Following Homelander's advice, she now sets about a new habit. Always keeping a good amount of energy in her, at all time. It's been a good week she's never once been empty of energy. She felt stupid, small minded as she never thought of this, it made her trust John even more, after all, for her it only cemented her belief, John, he knows what's best for her.

Opening, she's face to face with the object of her budding sexual fantasies and dreams.

" John !" Starlight says, happy to see him. Grabbing his hand, she pulls him inside and kick the door with her boot, slamming it shut.

"Some-" Homelander starts to says teasingly but he's forced to stop as Starlight pampers him with kisses, hugging him so tight that a lesser man would break like a twig. "-one's eager." He successfully finishes. Grabbing her butt as if he owns it as they deepen their kiss, tongues meeting.

" I'm waited somewhere baby.. I can't stay to long." Homelander says, releasing her lips and looking at her in the eyes, her smoldering gaze awakening his dick.

" I don't care..." Starlight says with need, egoistically thinking of the desire Homelander have awaken in her, he fed the flames and now, she can't help herself but surrounder to him. Letting him play with her tongue, submissively following his own.

" Tonight. Come to my room." Homelander says, breaking the kiss, holding her still by the hips as she pouts from the loss of contact. She nods.

" So how is it like, the race ?" Starlight asks as they walks to the kitchen bar, she sits as Homelander stays standing, leaning on the bar.

" Boring. A-Train and another speedster simply runs a lap and the fastest win. You never saw one ?" He asks, taking a sip of the infusion she's holding out to him. He grimaces, making her laugh and take it back.

" No. Two man comparing size, it never interested me, no. But it's still a good thing, I think, the money of the event is distributed to associations after all. " She muses, exasperated but ending on a positive note.

" A part of it yeah." He answers making her raises her eyebrows. " There's a lot of people to pay, including us. Promotion, charges, etc." He explains, seeing her a bit out of her depth, all of this still new to her.

" So, I saw you're in interview with Maeve this morning ?" Starlight asks, innocently sipping from he mug to hide her jealousy.

" What about you, huh ? Still seeing this 'boy' ?" He retorts angrily, his eyes fixed on her disapprovingly and voice condescending as he say boy.

" I'm telling you John, he's just a friend. He's having a rough time..." She answers with honesty, taking his hand reassuringly.

" You can't trust him Annie. He's not one of us." Homelander says, pulling her in his arms.

" I know, I'll be careful I promise." She says, melting in his powerful arms and kissing him to seal her promise. Unaware that at the same moment, Homelander is plotting, scheming.

" We'll talk about it tonight." He adds putting an end to this subject. " Can you cook ?" He asks her, cupping her ass again and gluing her to him.

" Euh.. I, I don't think it's up to par with what you're used to." Starlight answers shyly, thinking back on the four times John took her to dinner, the four times exclusive and luxurious restaurants, like 'Jean-Georges'. Comparing it to the pasta and chicken breast she's used to make it pales.

" We'll do something together then, I'll show you." Homelander says. Taking her in another lewd tongue kiss before leaving.

[ Vought News Network, Maeve's lodge ]

Maeve looks at her reflection, puffing out the cloud of vapor. Hitting another puff from her e-cigarette flavor mint, she smiles thinking of Elena, she got back in contact with her, rekindling something she thought gone. She looks back at her reflection and almost jump, he's here.

" You've always been beautiful when you're lost in thoughts.." Homelander smiles at her, a disarming smile that fires up all her alarms, making her stand reflexively.

" What do you want ?" She asks him, vapor escaping her lips at each words.

" Don't be so cold Maggie, you and I-" He takes a step closer and her, one back. " Call me Maeve." She cuts him off, hearing her name from him making her remember a bygone age.

" Play nice Maeve. I'm warning you." He answers, taking another step, blocking her against the table.

" What are you doing with the newbie ? You think I don't notice you, lurking, whispering your poison in her ears." Maeve says, her hands falling on his chest and ready to push him away.

" I know you miss me Maggie, but, you know, I'm moving on..." He answers, a devious smile on his face as she finally push him back. He moves, but to her disappointment, barely.

" Ah, still so unruly, what about my red-haired pussy, you still maintain it as I like ?" Homelander asks despite knowing the answer is a yes before grabbing her hip with one hand, pulling her to him and with the other goes under the skirt of her superheroine costume. He cups her pussy through her sport short she wears under then he gave it a firm squeeze. His strong and unmovable hand holding her mound like a small pet that belongs to him. She swallow back a moan and glares at him with hatred, a vicious gleam in her eyes as her leg tenses.

" Don't you fucking dare Maggie !" Homelander quietly shouts, his hand leaving her hip to grab an handful of hair, forcing her to look in his intimidating glowing red eyes. Raising slightly his hand, he gives a slap to this rebellious pussy before giving it another firm squeeze that last longer and she gives up her intention to kick him.

" We're going to go on stage and you'll sit, when I speak you'll nod and smile, when you speak you'll have only correct words. Be a good girl Maeve, don't force me to remind you to who this wet pussy belongs." He explains to her, his eyes receding to blue and his hands releasing their holds on her hair and cunt.

[ After the interview ]

Flying back to the tower, Homelander reflects on Maeve exemplary comportment during the interview.

Landing on his balcony, he opens the windows and walks in. Taking out his phone from the hidden pocket in his suit, Homelander sees missed calls, dialing back Madelyn, he thrum his fingers on the wooden table, waiting.

" Homelander ?" She answers the call.

" Madelyn, you called me ?" He asks her, referring to the 4 missed calls.

" Yes. I need you to bring back A-Train, asap. This idiot still hasn't shown up at the stadium, it's slowing down everyone." She says as Homelander grits his teeth, annoyed.

" You think I haven't something better to do ?" He says, expressing his discontentment.

" Please Homelander, it's important, we can't allow any mishap right now." Madelyn tries to convince him.

" Send me his location." Homelander answers after a long silence then hangs up.

His phone vibrates a second later, A-Train position, a place called the Noodle Palace. Getting back on the balcony he fly up to the address.

[ Noodle Palace ]

Observing the shady restaurant from the sky, Homelander scan the inside,identifying gangsters, Triad if he's correctly interpreting their tattoos. He asked one thing of A-Train and it ends like this thinks Homelander. Looking deeper in the grocery shop, he sees a black haired woman, sitting in a lotus as she's absorbed by the anime airing on the TV in her jail. Seeing her in a cell like this triggers something inside him, bad memories, and he fly down the adjacent alley, forcing open the service door of the Noodle Palace.

He looks at the man behind counter, then moves instantly in front of him and he grabs him behind the neck, pulling him down violently down the counter, his head splattering against it with such speed his eyes pops out.

Kicking the floor under him, Homelander falls to the basement where the woman is detained. He already knows the exact position of the members of the Triad, burning red eyes illuminate the room and before they can even react and get their guns out as Homelander uses his laser vision to cuts legs, arms and heads. The light show and screams breaking the spell of the tv over the woman.

She growls, like an injured animal as Homelander takes a good hold of the door of her jail and rips it off in one go. She bounces at him her uncut nails posed as claws as he sidestep her. She lands on the wall like a cat the power cracking the tiles before she jumps at him once more, this time he grabs her by the neck, stopping entirely her momentum then smashing her hard on the floor, making the basement tremble. Her skull impacting the floor with a sickening crunch.

Seeing her mangled face rapidly regenerating, he pulls her up and holds her in his arms. He rises up, passing through the celling like a knife in butter as he continues and punch through the roof then goes above clouds, the Japanese woman in his arms still unconscious.

Slowing down, he puts his feet on his balcony then gets inside. He roughly throws her to his bed and looks at her then he checks the time, sighing.

He must be at the race at 14h30, it only gives him an hour with her. Looking at her dirty figure, he peaks and likes what he sees under the unfit clothes. Getting closer, he sits besides her star sprawled form.

Her eyes shots open, her nails going for his throat. Homelander arm strikes, faster than her he clasp a strong hand on her wrist. She retaliates, using his grip to reverse their position with an abrupt and flexible turns. She ends up straddling him, her free arm mercilessly launching to kill. Catching it too, he buckles his hips, jamming into her pelvis, using his superspeed he releases both of her arms and uses her waist to gets her back under him.

" Calm yourself ! I don't want to harm you." He says sternly, restraining her and threatening her. She circles his waist with her legs and tries her hardest to move him, her thighs that could bend steel easily have no effect on him. His body remaining immovable. His hips thrust into her again, to better his grip on her.

" You're safe here. Look around you, you're not there anymore. Look at the paintings, the books, the items on the desk. " Homelander says his voice soothing. When she realizes she really left this hellhole he feels her noticeably relax underneath him, her legs falling back to his sides but her eyes still staring suspiciously.

" I'll let you go but you better not attack me again, am I clear ?" He asks and observe her saying yes with her head, her wild and unclean hair obscuring her eyes.

Freeing her, Homelander sits back on the bed, letting her slowly gets her bearing and sits beside him. She looks around, checking everything wirh curiosity and suspicions.

" You're hurt somewhere ?" He asks but he's already checking himself, using his supersenses.

She says no with her head.

" You heal real fast huh." He says playfully with a pleased smile as she agrees.

" You can't speak ?" He asks unceremoniously and she nods. " Wait here. Don't move okay ?" He adds and she nods once more.

Going in the living room, he grabs his laptop and brings it back to her, setting it in front of her and opening word.

" Now we can communicate. " He says while smiling at her, trying to reassure her. " You know who I am ? Then tell me, what's your name." He asks and she quickly taps on the keyboard after nodding to his first question.

" Kimiko." Homelander reads out loud making her smile widely at hearing her name pronounced in months. " For how long ? " He continues with another question.

" Years ? In the Noodle Palace ?" He asks, surprised by what she wrote. Kimiko looks at Homelander before tapping 'no, it's complicated'.

He looks at her thoughtfully " I understand." He says and gets up. " Follow me." He adds and walks to the bathroom, Kimiko following behind.

He turns to let her in first then goes inside with her, closing the door behind them. Kimiko inspect the bathroom, looking at the bathtub and Italian shower. It all seems so alien to her after everything she went through. Thinking about her brother and how she needs to help him she urgently turns around to face Homelander, realizing he's really close to her. She begins to speak to him in handsigns forgetting he doesn't know the language she developed with her brother with how she's feeling.

" Kimiko..." John's says gently, cupping her hands, grounding her back. " Breathe Kimiko." He guides her, allow her to contains the fear and focus again.

" Later Kimiko. I'll listen to you and help you, but later. Right now you need to take back what was taken from you, your dignity." John says, letting go of her hands and moving to rest on her shoulders, slowly massaging them. Gently, he slides her stinking jacket off her arms, staring right at her questioning eyes. Once he's done he peals off her shirt, exposing pale small boobs, her filthy skin not succeeding in hiding her beauty. He catches her baggy pant from both sides and pulls it down slowly to not scare her. Her pussy appears as he gets down and he takes an instant to appreciate it despite the wild untamed black hair. She lets him do it, paralyzed, the hair on her neck raising as his fingers traces her legs as he undresses her fully. He pushes her clothes away in a pile then gets up. Inspecting her body silently, Kimiko's naked body is a sight to behold, with her toned physique reflecting hours of intense martial arts training. Small batches of cleaner porcelain skin glows in the light, a testament to her Asian heritage.

Homelander unclasp the cape from his back, then, gets rid of his boots and the top of his costume. Kimiko stares at his muscled chest, her head reaches the top of his pectorals, with how close he is, he seems to cast a looming shadow over her. She looks at his mouthwatering abs then at the door then at her feet. This cycle last until John's get naked, his half hard dick dangling in front of her eyes. Suddenly, she thinks the worst and her primal instincts kicks in, she slashes at him and he allows her to hit him.

Kimiko have killed with less than this so she expects blood and gore. It does not happen. John stares at her, with patience and empathy, unaffected by the nails that tried to ripped out his trachea. She looks at her hand, she should have punctured him but nothing, it felt like hitting an indestructible block.

" Don't worry Kimiko. I've said it to you, I won't hurt you, trust me... " John says, confidently walking to the shower, showing her his back as he turns it on, adjusting the heat. He walks back to the unmoving Kimiko and catch her eyes, wordlessly motioning to the shower and she understands. Homelander appreciates her skinny but muscular buttocks bounce as she approaches the water jet, tentatively holding out a feet under it. John's get closer, his naked body behind her, almost touching hers. Slowly, she runs her calf, then her thigh under the warm water. Kimiko finally takes the last step, immersing herself under the spray with her eyes closed, simply enjoying the sensation she had forgotten.

Kimiko opens back her eyes, looking at the man who saved her getting under the spray with her, keeping a tiny distance between their dripping bodies. She looks down, staring at the dark water pooling at her feet, filled with dust and pain being evacuated. She see his arm moves to takes something from the shower's shelf in her peripheral vision, curious, she looks as he puts a huge dab of shower gel in his hands then rub it into a lather against his body. Looking straight in her eyes, he grabs the bottle of shampoo, reduces the water pression then press out a reasonable amount of shampoo. Carefully, he pulls her hair behinds, both of his hands tangling in her mane, massaging her scalp as he's meticulously restoring her hair, their shines and smoothness. As he keeps massaging her, Kimiko feels all the tiredness the adrenaline kept at bay resurfaces. Unintentionally, her hands comes to rest on his pecs for support as he maintains the same level of attention to her scalp.

She can't speak but he sees the frustration on her face as he stops. He chuckles and smiles at her as a rain of water washes away the shampoo. Holding her hair in a ponytail for a second, he likes the way she stares back intensely, like a scared animal waiting to see what he'll do next, scrutinizing his every motions.

Smiling, John cups the remaining woodsy-scented moss remaining on his pubis and abs, letting it stay on his half hard dick. His hands goes back on Kimiko. He starts with the nape of her neck, wiping away the dirt, intentionally pulling her slightly closer, her nipples ghosting over his chest. He continues with her shoulder plates, washing her back till his hands rest on her Venus's dimples. Kimiko feels him glides over her hips to her belly. Not having enough soap left, he puts some back in his hands and drops the cold gel on her breasts making her nipples harden once more as they ghost again against him. It's the last straw, his dick goes from half hard to diamond-hard, his foreskin retracts and his dick comes to rest between her thighs, the top of his rod sticking to the lips of her moist vulva. Kimiko's hips jerk forward, washing herself with the soap moss on his rod and he emits a heavy rumble before reigning her by her narrow hips, expiring from his nostrils loudly like a bull as he tries to control his impulse to bend her. She breaks their lasting eye contact but keeps pressing her boobs against him, enjoying the feeling of his manhood trapped between her tights, his molting hot dick making wonders to her greedy pussy. But he won't, not before she's back to her pristine condition.

John pushes her back slightly and gets back to work with commitment, he lathers the shower gel with her collarbones and the upper parts of her mounds. Satisfied, he passes by the valley of her breasts then hefts both hooters, weighting them. He's glad, they are round and perky, a bit small for his tastes but still supple enough for him.

He gently massaged the soft skin, his fingers dancing delicately over the rosebud nipples. His touch is tender, yet firm, and Kimiko's eyes flutters shut as she enjoys the sensation. She leans into his touch, her body responding to his caress as he continues to wash away the dirt and grime. The water flowing over her chest, mingling with the soap and John's touch, creates a sensual symphony of sensations Kimiko can't express vocally but the micro muscles spasms says it all.

John's reluctantly accelerates, he still got to go to the race. Briefly teasing her belly button, he goes over her legs. Now that she's here, he'll have to make her follow a strict diet to fill back up these hips and legs. At the risk of being too late, he doesn't linger as long as he would like to. Her legs now clean, he hides a perverse little smile for what's coming.

He stands up straight again and grab the shower gel again in on hand. Once he's done, he pulls her back flush against him, his cock grinding pleasurably against her cunt. His hips go back and forth a few seconds more before he lowers his head, resting against her, his nose tickling her neck while behind her he rubs the gel in his hands.

John takes her bottom in his palms, one cheeks in each, rubbing the soap without sparing an inch of skin. Whiles he's at it, he test the elasticity of that ass, fondling it to his heart content, using it to makes her pussy grind on his shaft. His right hand leave her fantastic butt to go frontal, pretending to wash her flower as he starts to play with her pleasure button. He barely plays a bit with her, a hand on her bottom the other on her pussy before she let's out a silent scream. Kimiko feels her shaky legs trembling, blinding pleasure washing her mind from worries as she thrust her pussy in John's hand, her boobs mashed against his chest as her arms going behind him to hold herself. It's been so long since she felt anything, since she's been injected with V in fact, so it takes her a moment to ride out the waves of pleasure assaulting. John holds her, their bodies mashed under the warm shower.

He let her stay like that until he senses her tears, no sobbing echoing but the distinct feeling of her heart leaving him no doubt. Kimiko tighten her arms around him, tears falling and mixing with the clear water. She's safe now she repeats to herself as John soothingly strokes her hair that cascades to her waist now that it's clean.