Chapter Seven: Shamefully Spilled Sticky Sweet Seed
As Butcher eventually loosened his stranglehold around her and they quickly milled around the shitty room retrieving every trace of their brief stay, back on the top floor of the Vought building, Dr. Craig Dalton was sitting across from Homelander who was interrogating him about every detail of Olivia's work shift the day of Butcher and pal's renegade style invasion.
Craig felt himself begin to sweat with the force and intensity of Homelander's words.
Stormfront paced behind Craig, occasionally asking a question of her own or further clarification of Craig's answer.
Stormfront stared at the back of Craig's head until he turned to look over at her from the weight of her gaze.
She gave him a saccharin sweet smile and oozed towards him, dripping danger in her black body suit.
Stormfront knelt next to Craig's sturdy chair and danced her fingertips up the inside of his thigh.
"It's okay Craig if you like her a little more than you should," she started.
Craig cleared his throat nervously and looked away when Homelander caught his eyes and smirked.
"You know Craig, with the right amount of information, we could get your little doctor back. I'll make sure she demonstrates her gratitude towards you helping to locate her," Stormfront continued as she settled her palm over Craig's limp cock behind his designer slack's zipper.
"I don't know what to tell you," he babbled and started to tremble when Stormfront started tugging at the metal tab of his zipper, embossed with the designer's logo.
"Really, I don't know any more than you," Craig continued as Stormfront yanked his belt free and ripped the fabric of his pants until her eyes fell on his cock that further shriveled under her unreadable gaze.
"Sshhh, Sshhh doctor," Stormfront purred as she shifted until she was kneeling in front of Craig and shoved his thighs apart. "Tell us again exactly what happened that day, from the beginning," she added as she spit a glob of spit on his flaccid shaft and started stroking the pink flesh in her strong hand.
"I…I talked to Olivia outside and everything was like any other day, I swear," Craig stuttered as Stormfront slid her lips in an agonizingly slow, hot path down his hardening rigidity.
"Oh god I…I…," he stammered as Stormfront increased her rhythm until her head was bopping up and down his hard length.
"You what Dr. Dalton?" Homelander asked as he rose from a high-backed chair.
"I checked in with her for….. the morning…the morning safety checks," he gasped as Stormfront shoved his thighs further apart until his inner leg muscles ached and gave a startled shout as she shoved a finger into his tight anal opening.
Stormfront chuckled with her mouth around his cock as his sphincter tightened around her forefinger.
"Continue doctor," Homelander ordered lowly as Stormfront began to pump her finger in the good doctor's tight rectal opening, fucking him until she felt his prostate begin to harden under her seeking touch.
Craig gasped as his prostate hardened until it felt like a walnut under Stormfront's penetrating finger as he tried to speak. "I… I wasn't going to see her, to see her until the mid-day staff…staff meeting,"
Homelander nodded and held Craig's gaze as he walked over and yanked up on Stormfront's hips until her mouth remained glued around Craig's cock, but left her ass was high up in the air and ripe for the plucking.
Stormfront slurped and pulled Craig's shaft deep into her throat as Homelander tore away her black skintight suit and soon had his cock buried to the hilt in her tight, rear opening.
Craig cried out in shame as he filled Stormfront's throat with a wad of hot, sticky cum.
He couldn't look away from Homelander who emptied himself deep inside Stormfront's tightness.
After Stormfront rose to her full height and wiped her mouth clean, her and Homelander kept Craig there for another eight hours questioning him. They didn't allow him to cover up and he had to sit and answer their questions as his spent cock lay flat against the inside of his thigh, spit and cum glistening under the harsh overhead lighting.
Craig glanced down at one point and fought a humiliated flush at the ring of Stormfront's lipstick around the base of his floppy penis.
As Craig continued to deal with the litany of questions, hours, and hours away, Butcher packed the trunk of a borrowed sedan.
As Butcher did a once over on the grey sedan, inside the room, Olivia stared at her reflection in the sink above the bathroom sink.
She raised her hand and watched her reflection parrot her movements. She poked at her cheek; certain everything was a dream.
"This can't actually be happening," she murmured and tried to remember her ordered lifestyle and what she'd normally be doing at that precise moment.
"What fucking day is it?" she asked herself and squeezed the bridge of her nose.
Olivia felt tears sting the corner of her eyes.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it," she ordered herself lowly. "Getting upset is not going to help."
Olivia hadn't realized that Butcher had come back to the room and was hovering just outside the bathroom door.
He had been about to ask her if she was ready to go when he heard her murmuring to herself in the small, tiled bathroom.
Butcher listened at the doorway as she continued talking.
"Do you just believe him? Believe you're not getting in a car to be driven to your death?"
Butcher let out a breath when he heard her crank the faucet on and water flooded into the porcelain sink.
She didn't hear the door creak as he pushed it open.
Butcher watched her scrub her face with the generic soap and rinse her face with the tepid water.
She made a startled sound when she looked up and found him in the reflection.
"You could knock," Olivia said and dropped her eyes from his reflected gaze as she nervously dried her hands.
She smirked but didn't look up when he knocked sharply on the door jamb.
Butcher crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned against the door frame as she turned to face him.
"Yes," he said when she met his eyes.
"Yes what?" she finally asked when it was clear he wasn't going to expound.
Olivia held her breath as he closed the small distance between them and settled a hand on either side of the sink, trapping her in front of him.
"Yes what?" she asked again, proud to not hear the sound of her erratic nerves in her spoken words.
Olivia's lips parted and a small gasp escaped from between her lips when Butcher raised a hand and tucked an errant lock of her silken hair behind her ear.
"Yes you should believe me," he began as he brought both hands to settle on her hips and squeeze the supple flesh. "I'm not driving you to your death," he added on a groan.
Olivia gave a startled squeal when he suddenly lifted her off her feet and settled her on the edge of the sink, pulling her thighs to either side of his waist.
"Believe me," he demanded as he slid one hand to cradle the back of her skull and tightened his fingers into a fist within the silken fall of her hair.
His flexing fingers caused her spine to bow and forced her neck back into a smooth line. Butcher licked a warm path against the front of her throat, whispering against the wet line he made on her flushed skin.
"Believe me," he grunted as he lessened his hold on her hair and let her sit up straighter until he could crush his lips to hers. "Believe me," he demanded as he broke the kiss.
Butcher didn't give her a chance to reply as he tugged at her clothes and continued whispering, heat beginning to build within him, fueling his growing urge to possess her.
"I regret invading your life like this," he growled as he traced the dark fringe of her eyelashes. "I didn't plan for this," he grumbled as he found her eyes, searching for her unspoken words.
"What was your plan?" she managed as he roughly yanked at her clothes, keeping her locked against his formidable frame.
Butcher paused his hands urgent movement at her question.
Olivia saw the answer in his eyes.
Butcher felt tension rapidly fill her and he shook his head quickly. "I didn't know who you were, you worked for the fucking Supe Makers."
Olivia blinked her eyes slowly and tried to understand how she would appear to a bystander in her crisp white Vought lab coat.
Her breath caught in her chest as Butcher pulled her off the edge of the sink and spun her in his arms until she was looking at herself locked in his strong arms.
Olivia locked eyes with Butcher's reflected stare and watched in slow motion as he slid his one hand down the front of her pants and under the thin layer of her satin panties until he could press his palm to her bare intimacy.
She couldn't look away from him as a rush of moisture saturated his fingertips he teased against her wet, tight opening.
Olivia flushed fuchsia to the core and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her skin as Billy chuckled lowly at her reaction. "Don't be embarrassed love," he growled and moved his rough fingertips in circles around her sensitive clit until she was shaking under his touch.
"Don't reject me," he begged as she moaned and leaned back against him, her breath coming faster as a hot coil of pleasure started in her lower belly.
"Please," he groaned as he caught her soft ear lobe in his teeth and tugged gently as he shoved her body into a sudden orgasmic abyss. Butcher felt his cock come completely to life as her pussy gushed hot wetness over his fingers and he dropped a hand to fumble his cock free.
Olivia's orgasm stole her breath and left her trembling as he pushed her as easily as he could manage forward until he could nearly rip her pants and thin panties free. She moaned breathlessly as he slid his rigid shaft inside her with excruciating slowness, savoring the feel of her as her orgasm sent residual aftershocks through her body and made her wet walls tighten around him.
Butcher locked eyes with her in the mirror and watched the minute changes in her face as he filled her with torturous deliberateness, wallowing in her delicate intimacy squeezing around his lengthy masculinity.
Olivia couldn't speak because of the feelings his cock was creating as he thrust into her with a rapidly growing rhythm. She started to drop her eyes from his, but he squeezed her hips so hard that he forced a cry from her lips and raised her eyes back up to meet his.
"Don't reject me," he begged on a strangled rasp as he plunged his thick rigidity inside her a few more times before his body tightened and he came in several hot spurts, deep inside her.
Olivia shivered involuntarily as the sweat began to dry on her skin and give her a rush of the chills. She felt his cock pulse inside her as her heavy breathing matched his.
After Butcher's cock softened and slid out of her, Olivia changed into a unripped pair of pants.
Butcher held open the passenger door and with fifteen minutes were headed north and about thirty miles from the interstate.
As Butcher adjusted the heater vents and mirrors, back outside the Vought building, Stormfront and Homelander rose into the air and traveled with supersonic speed until they were on the balcony of Olivia's condo.
Butcher pressed the accelerator to match the flow of traffic as Stormfront and Homelander searched every square centimeter of Olivia's home, looking for any further clues as to who the abducted Vought doctor was and whether she might end up working against them.
