Chapter Ten: Starlight, Star Bright, First Star I Fuck Tonight

As Butcher lost himself in her, every one of his senses teased to a fever pitch, hours, and away hours at the modified safehouse that The Female and Starlight huddled in, both women collectively screamed as Homelander and Stormfront began an electrical and firestorm assault on them.

Eventually Stormfront and Homelander paused long enough for Starlight and The Female to slowly emerge from the burning carnage with their hands high above their head.

Stormfront smirked as she raised a tranquillizer gun and shot a potent drug into The Female's neck. The drug poured into her bloodstream and made her tumble to the ground.

Starlight hovered next to the fallen Female until Homelander landed soundlessly behind her and threw her halfway across the adjacent field.

Homelander returned to The Female and was gathering up her unconscious form when Stormfront landed softly beside him.

"What are you doing?"

Homelander couldn't keep the irritation from his voice. "I'm taking her to Vought, what are you doing?"

Stormfront smiled slowly and bit her tongue between her straight, white teeth.

"Why don't you let me take this one and you can take your time questioning that one?" Stormfront asked as she slid a hand up the inside of his thigh and gave his balls a squint-worthy squeeze.

"Really?" Homelander asked and looked around even though he knew they were alone.

Stormfront could hear the brimming excitement in his voice as she gathered The Female from his arms.

"Take your time baby," she murmured and pressed her lips to his with crushing urgency, her tongue seeking his, fucking his lips with her franticness.

Homelander blew out a hard breath as Stormfront flew away towards Vought with The Female.

He reached a hand down and adjusted his hardening cock as he turned his attention towards Starlight as she struggled to her feet.

Homelander smiled broadly as he manipulated the air and knocked her back onto the unforgiving ground.

He walked casually towards Starlight as he shook his finger at her. "Bad girl Annie, you were aiding and abetting criminals and who knows what kind of sensitive information you gave them."

Starlight reflexively held up a hand when Homelander leaned impossibly close.

His smile widened as he captured her hand and snapped her small finger until it was at an opposite angle of what it should be.

"I am within my rights to kill you," Homelander said as he watched Starlight cry on the ground as she clutched her damaged hand to her chest.

"Then do it," she spit between tears of pain. "Just stop fucking talking, all you do is talk."

Homelander felt a surge of anger, he was positively pyroclastic as he spoke carefully.

"I might still, or I might take you to Vought like that silent bitch. Whatever I decide is after we're done here."

"After what?" she mewled in confusion.

"After I found out why that skinny kid was willing to risk his life for your magical cunt."

"You're just mad that no one will willingly have sex with you," Starlight spit as Homelander's hands moved with ferocious speed and ripped enough of her clothes free that he could squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts, teasing the dark pink skin of her nipples with the pads of his thumbs until they were stiff peaks, the breeze making them tingle.

"Maybe," he murmured before he shoved a few of his finger into her mouth as he added. "Let's use this mouth for something more productive," he groaned as he slid his fingers against the soft skin on the inside of her cheek and around her tongue as he dropped his free hand to free his cock that had grown painfully hard.

"That's better," he groaned as he pulled his dripping wet fingers from her mouth and slipped them inside her wet, tight center. Homelander began to stoke his cock in time with shallowly fucking her pink hole with his fingers.

"Will you shine for me Starlight if I keep doing this?" he groaned in an all-masculine tone that made her blush despite her pain and anger.

Homelander felt a jolt race through him as he had the answer in the space of her silence and drop of her gaze.

He made her gasp as he began moving his thumb in a slow path through the shell pink lips of her slit until he could tease her clit to a level of sensitivity that was equal to that of a tectonic plate.

"Shine for me little star," he demanded as he shifted and suddenly plunged himself inside her until he could go no further.

Starlight shouted for no one besides him to hear as he began to thrust with erratic urgency and increased the steady circle around her pleasure center. He could feel the walls of her pussy tighten and pulse around him as he filled her.

"Shine," he growled and slammed himself inside her. He saw her expression as she tried to suppress her rush of pleasure.

Homelander grabbed her chin when she squeezed her eyes shut. "Open your eyes," he hissed as he felt her try to stop from tightening her thighs around his waist.

"You're my Starlight now," he said with a heavy chuckle as he made her orgasm hard while he was still buried inside her.

"No," she tried to say as tears fell freely from her glowing eyes.

Homelander nodded as he kept the pressure on her clit steady and kept her cunt tightening around him as her central nervous danced itself to a pleasurable death.

"I'm not taking you to Vought right away," he groaned as he filled her with a healthy dump of sweet, sticky sperm, each shift and thrust keeping her eyes two bright beacons. "I'm going to keep you around for a while, my private light," he added as he dropped his head to the curve of her neck.

"Or I can melt your face now," he said emptily as he lifted his face, his own eyes glowing red.

"Do it," she spit and blinked up at him, painfully aware his cock was still firmly planted inside her, stretching to accommodate him.

Starlight held her breath as Homelander made a small sound as he pulled his softening cock out of her center and leaned back on her heels.

She gave a startled shout as he put a hand on each smooth inner thigh and pushed her legs as far apart as her body allowed.

Homelander let his eyes trace over her smooth skin, soft breasts, and flat plain of her belly. He pressed his lips together as he smoothed one hand to her exposed and vulnerable cunt.

Starlight started to squirm as he pushed apart her puffy pussy lips, the pink wet flesh smooth and slick under his fingertips. He felt residual aftershocks ring in the head of his cock as her wet, tight hole leaked his sticky, sweet seed.

"No, I think I'll keep you around a while," he murmured as he pushed his still hot sticky come into her pussy. Starlight fought to keep sounds from falling from between her lips as he continued to tease her aching hole by sliding his inside finger in and out shallowly.

Starlight's voice was lost when Homelander shifted and was suddenly half on top of her, his fingertips now smoothing around her sensitive clit.

He closed a hand around her slim throat as he began to work his fingers with the speed of the pink vibrator she had hidden under her bed.

Homelander lowered his lips to her ear and let her have just enough air as he made her pelvis thrust and her cunt gasp at the empty air, wanting to be drilled, hard.

"I know you must shine brighter than that," he murmured as he trapped her lower body to prevent her from squirming away.

Starlight cried out in pain, embarrassment, and shame as he forced her to have a core-melting orgasm.

Her eyes widened, the fringe of lashes curled away as beams of fiery light shot from her eyes and burned through the high branch of a majestic redwood tree.

"That's better my little star," Homelander whispered as he slid his fingertips that were wet with her pussy juices down to tease at her tight rear entrance.

He whispered as he simultaneously plunged an identical tranquilizer dart into her neck. "Can I make your eyes glow by fucking your ass my little star?"

As Starlight succumbed to the strong drug that depressed her consciousness, hours, and hours away, Butcher settled the shiny RV in the third lane as Olivia adjusted the heater vent to warm her cold feet.

"Where are we driving to exactly?" she asked as various road signs indicated a wealth of tourist spots and cities for off-ramps that they passed.

She looked over when Butcher remained wordless and passed a slow moving Peterbilt to move into the quicker moving second lane.

"Well?"

"Well what love?" he asked and winked at her, sparing her a crooked smile.

"Where are we going?" she annunciated slowly.

"Over the border," he said easily.

"I know that but where, please tell me something?" Olivia asked and tried to keep the begging tone from her voice.

Butcher looked over and reached out a hand to rest on top of her thigh. "There's a small city where I've leased a farmhouse and a couple acres. You can garden, hike or do nothing at all," he whispered as he squeezed gently with each spoken word.

Olivia looked down at his hand before she tentatively settled her left hand on top of his.

"What about jobs? Income? Property taxes?" she startled to babble before Butcher began squeezing her thigh urgently as he shushed her.

"None of that is your concern."

"But how?" she asked as she added quickly. "How can I not think about stuff like the water and electric bill. What am I supposed to do?"

"There is only one thing you have to do now and every day after," Butcher growled and dropped his tone to that of subterranean, bleak danger.

"What?" she asked as her forehead pulled into a deep frown.

"Be my wife and share my bed, home and life."

Olivia licked her lips, "oh," she said lamely and looked out the side window as a sheriff's car flew by them after a speeding bright blue Italian sportscar.

Butcher smiled and watched her suppress a nervous shudder as he slid his fingers further up the inside of her thigh.

He lifted his hand and pulled his heavy jacket from the floor between the seats.

"Put this on love," he murmured as he moved the vehicle back to the third lane when a car crawled up his tailpipe with him already traveling more than twenty miles over the posted speed limit.

Olivia smiled her thanks and slipped into his oversized, well-worn coat. She slipped her hand into one of the inside pockets and pulled out his battered tri-folded wallet. She thumbed through the very few items in the leather slots and pulled his license free.

"William," she read aloud from the plastic card.

Butcher's hands squeezed reflexively around the wheel at the sound of his name on her lips. He clenched his teeth until his jaw popped as he strongly debated pulling the RV over, flicking on the hazard lights and making her say his name every time he buried his aching cock deep inside of her.

He grunted an incoherent sound of agreement and nervously fiddled with the heater vent switches, fighting the urge to beg her to say his name again.

"William?" Olivia repeated with a questioning tone this time.

He looked over and met her eyes briefly before she continued.

"Are we going to be safe? Can you actually drive far enough away from the reach of Vought and Homelander?"

Butcher considered her question and how to answer.

Of course they could never truly know if they were safe from Vought's reach. Butcher and Olivia could have no way of knowing how far Vought had its fingers into the molten core of the planet.

Butcher took the next exit and drove down a few frontage roads that paralleled the interstate until he could settle into a robust line for a popular chain coffee house.

Olivia was glad to see the holiday beverage cups and eager to order the peppermint mocha as Butcher finally spoke.

"I will do everything within my power to keep you safe and away from Vought and off all of those fucking Supe's radar."

Olivia looked down at her lap as he ordered their hot drinks and waited to speak until he was able to move the RV half a vehicle length further in the long line.

"I'm sorry your friends died because of me," she whispered in the barest of audible breaths.

Butcher was quiet as he steered the RV around the sharp curve past the squawking ordering box and paid with some crumbled bills and a handful of change he had pulled from the pristine ash tray.

"It's not your fault," he said as the drive-thru window closed briefly, and the bottle-blonde psych student bustled around finishing their drinks and slipping cardboard sleeves on the holiday paper cups.

Olivia continued to stare at her lap until she lifted her hand and accepted the delectable mocha from him. Their fingertips brushed and sparks were nearly visible as their skin kissed.

"It's not your fault," he said in a deeper tone, his words formed deep in the base of his lungs and wrapped their honest comfort around her on his hot exhale.