Inside the Training Room, 15 hundred hours.
""Whut? I ain't gonna have a piece of the Cap'n?"
Taskmaster angrily flails his sword about. Only god knows how long Task had been wishing he could be the one to end Captain's life. He's almost every Avenger all packed in one! If he can train some of Captain's worst enemies, then it's a guarentee that, when it comes to putting the cap on The Cap', The Task is up to the task!
"At least lemme shoot a few arrows at'em!"
"No." Maria Hill's voice sharply denies through the intercom. She's watching the entire room from above, through a bulletproof, one-way glass. Nobody can see her, but she can still watch everything below.
"C'mon! Lemme cap his legs with my .44?"
"No."
"Cut his arms off with my stainless, double-handed broadswo-!?"
"-No!"
"Tie 'em up and squeeze the sh-"
"No."
"...is that joke?"
"Nope."
"So what can I do?"
"Sit and watch or leave."
Taskmaster gives up and sulks away, dragging the tip of his sword along the floor with a raincloud over his head. It only took a few minutes for Steve to arrive after Maria summoned him through the intercom. Once he reported to the Training Room, she explained that Fury is willing to go over his decision on taking him off the roster if he does well enough against someone who is just as good as Wolverine.
Steve wasn't sure who else they'd suggest to spar with him, other than Taskmaster, who's arguably the best raw talent in the building. Then Maria mentions Xyta, and Steve instantly remembers her concerns about him. She's doing this all for him. Why? She can't stand him, right? When a woman is angry, there isn't much a man can do about it...right? Maybe this is her way of blowing steam at him for trying to put her in her place earlier. Was asking her to yield to his authority that bad?
"Oh and we're taking away your shield as well. This is strictly based on physical combat. No special abilites. That goes for both sparring partners. Because there will be no powers of any sort, it is encouraged that you two push each other as physically possible. If I pick up once of mercy, my word will go back to Colonel Fury. Understood, Captain?"
"Yes, ma'am. And please...I ain't Captain no more. So it's Steve."
A shudder, then a sharp inhale is heard through the inercom. Maria sounds distraught.
"Please, Captain...s-stop it...Xyta, you may come out now. Remember the rules. Keep the powers out of the room. Room maintenance is costly as it is… and we all know you broke the simulator, so don't try and hide it."
No powers, no animals and no strong shouts of air. Is Maria trying to recreate the battle Xyta had with Wolverine? Fury must've told her how she was able to handle him back in Africa, and how both of them could've died if it weren't for Fury showing up. It suddenly makes sense now. The aim of this spar is to see how well Captain can do in the same, life threatening situation,
"Begin."
Maria announces then shuts off the intercom, along with most of the lights. Suddenly, there are sounds of chirping birds, the wailing baboons, and the smell of vegetation. Captain is in the forests of KwaZulu-Natal!? The Training Room had definitely took some influences from Professor Xavier's Danger Room. Now, thanks to an all-too-convincingly-real holographic technology, wielded by Maria Hill, in the overhanging control booth, she can recreate the scene with Logan at will.
"Well, this is it."
A topless Steve turns around to face the shadows. Warm light peers through the filters of the trees above and dances on his burly body. There's a pond nearby that catches and bounces back the lush green glow and sunlight, making Steve's body shine with a faint jade and yellow.
She waited at the door to the room, where she could hear Maria talking and smell Steve's lovely musk. Xyta couldn't help but ask herself again, why was she doing this? She didn't even know this man and yet she was putting herself and her home on the line to save him. It couldn't be anything other than destiny, nature's storybook, what was supposed to happen, and what was going to happen. Steve held the glow, and Xyta wasn't about to abandon everything she had ever known because everyone else agreed against it. Captain America held something special, something she felt severely connected to.
In the end, she was sure that he wouldn't admit that any of this was true, but at least she could live with the fact that she had helped him sustain his life and complete his destiny. She stood outside the door, ready to face destiny, both his and her own.
The door opened, and she was home… in the jungle, of Africa, back in KawaZulu-Katal… she stepped inside, home again, her world unfolding before her. Was this a cruel way to give her the upper hand against Steve being on her home turf? She knew that Maria had shaped the room to be this way, to see how Steve would be in this environment.
She saw Steve standing there, in the distance, topless again as he stood as defenseless as herself. She remained in the shadows as he still had his back to her. But then, he turned, the sunlight reflecting off of his beautiful skin while the natural glow of the forest showered him in such a gorgeous light, almost as if Steve belonged there in the jungle… it was such an arousing but beautiful sight as Xyta stayed beneath the shadows, slowly making her way towards him. She realized that she still wore a white t-shirt and black shorts, not nearly as bare as he. To even the field, she stripped off her clothes, now only in that cursed leopard print bra and underwear. She stopped just before entering the light, looking up at him.
"Captain…" she spoke softly, getting his attention as she stepped into the light, in all her glory, the jungle light bouncing off of her body and hair as she averted her gaze from him for now, shielding her eyes from the light. She truly belonged in this light, in this place. But as Maria Hill signaled them to begin, Xyta spoke quietly, in a level only Steve would be able to hear, her eyes still not facing his.
"…I have belief in you."
And then she looked up, her crystal eyes almost white now as she jumped up into the air, diving forward to take him to the ground!
"Thank you..."
Steve could've said something else. A "sorry", a "I won't let you down", and possibly even a "I'll fight for your family". This is Captain America, the man who fights for your ideals, your faith, even when he's dying. Her eyes fade pale, and right there, the fibers in his body twitch. It's time for them to embrace destiny! Steve watches Xyta as she soars high above him. Her curvaceous body eclipses the filtered sunlight, casting a shadow over his body!
Time slows down. There are a number of things can do: accept her clash and roll to the ground with her, dash away and gain distance, or thwart her dive with a blunt attack of his own! Summoning his enhanced speed calls for his body to strain more serum, something he's not in shape to do! No time to think, Xyta's body is closing the gap, quickly! Steve holds up his arms and catches her by the waist! Whump! Her soft, tender body falls into his strong, cradling arms, then drives him into the grass with a hard whud!
"Nnhh!"
He opens his eyes to the sight of Xyta straddling his neck. Her beauty begins at the hips that press into his chest, then ladders up her flat, chiseled stomach, her smooth and supple neck, then peaks at her white, pale gaze that eats at his soul! Steve clenches his teeth, holding onto her thighs to keep them from closing on him! He isn't sure if scissoring him was what she had planned, but it's his first instinct! She blushed as she saw his eyes wandering up her body until their gazes met, and he saw the redness collect on her cheeks! With his hands secured to her thighs so she couldn't move, she gave him a nice punch to the chin to loosen his grip.
Bam! Xyta feeds him the taste of her knuckles, then the taste of something hot and coppery in his mouth. He face spins to the side, where he smells the grass. Then, he turns back. She pulls him over and they went tumbling across the grassy floor, tackling and jockeying for dominance as Xyta tried to ignore the raging burning between her thighs and look for the Glow within him, and coax it from it's confinements somehow.
After a few moments of wrestling for control, Xyta managed to yank herself free of him and stand up, flipping backwards, desperately searching for that fire she had seen before… it seemed that Steve wasn't wholly into the fight, and in order for the glow to become eminent, he needed to be on fire and full of fighting passion!
"Think, Xyta, think!" she growled to herself under her breath, as she watched Steve get back up. How did she coax him into fighting her back? Piss him off? Motivate him? She figured insulting him would only contrast with what she had said only minutes ago, so she took the higher road.
"Rogers! I need your heart into this! Fight me!" she screamed, keeping a softly bouncing stance with her fists up, her bosom heaving with anticipation and her nether regions aching, her heart pounding and her mind spinning, all by just seeing him here, in her own world.
"I fought Wolverine with my bare hands! Hit me! FIGHT BACK!"
There she is.
Hard knuckles raises over her white eyes. Her jittering bosoms, the light bouncing in her bright, optical orbs, the ends of her hair skipping about; her entire body is dancing, inviting him to get closer. Something squwaks from high above in the trees, then another baboon shout. Nature calls out to him and so does she! But he's still a man in another world. Armed with just his body and his wits, what else does Steve need?
Steve raises up his fists and quickly closes his distance while keeping his head low. He'll hesitate, but soon goes for the first blow: shoving his knuckles into her waist! He twists and turns his fist inside of her, penetrating her deeply until he feels her ribs! It's a move that he regrets doing, and he only feels worse when he listens to her groans while her oxygen kisses his skin!
It hurt like hell, but at the same time, she rejoiced! He was fighting back!
When she opens her glossy, pouted lips to spill her air, Steve sucks in her breath, along with the smell of dirt and grass. Some of her oxygen is now inside of him, and when he exhales, he puffs it back out against her face. They are sharing blows, sharing air, sharing nudity, sharing the moment!
"Now hit me like the soldier you claim to be!" she exclaimed, jumping up and giving him a roundhouse kick to the chest, sending him across the way several feet until his back came into a tree, after which she closed the distance once again and returned the favor by punching him right in the core, right below his diaphragm, pushing the breath out of him and sharing the same oxygen with him again, which she found completely arousing…
Her fist...god, her fist. It went in s-s so deep. The impact forces Steve to bow and cough over himself! Where is his oxygen? His lungs shrivel and quivers, trying to suck, drink, swallow anything, even the smallest dribble of air. He can't breathe her nor smell her, but he can feel her pushing her way inside of him, churning the voice out of him!
But she shook the thought away and turned her back to him, grabbing his hand and flipping the enormous man over her head and onto the ground again, pouncing on him again as she straddled his stomach, her ass right on his chest! She grabbed one of his legs and yanked it up and back as far as she could pull it, hearing the strains in his voice as she stretched his muscles beyond what they were used to.
"Damn, Rogers! You need some yoga on the side of your lifting routine!" she said humorously through gritted teeth, actually having a hard time shoving his leg down towards his face. She's bending him...further...and further. His limit breaks...
Crik!
...and so does something in his leg! Steve's eyes are glowing, wet with grief, and bulging in shock. Normally, the serum would've had enhanced his flexibility so his limbs could handle the stress, but not in this state. Not when the serum is slowing him down. The soldier inside of Steve forces him to bite his lips as hard as he can until he can taste his own blood. Anything is better than screaming! His hands shoot up for her ass and claws at it. His nails dig crescent shapes into her flesh, marking her… It's then Steve realizes how close her ass is to his face... Damn it! She had pulled one of his leg muscles from it's normal place, and she could smell blood in Steve's mouth, but before she could turn around to see his condition, his nails plunged into the flesh of her ass cheeks!
She cried out, the flesh particularly sensitive there as she released his leg, falling off of him to the side, where she knew she needed to do something about his leg before Maria stopped them and put the Captain out for good.
"Sorry, Captain! I'm losing it... I'll ease it up if you give me everything you ve got. I KNOW you have something inside of you that is going to make you stronger than you ve ever been, you just have to trust me..." She hissed back to him quietly so Maria wouldn't hear. She began to smell her own blood as it trickled in tiny streams down her ass.
Xyta: so beautiful, so strong and so caring. It's then he begins to finally understand what she's doing. She's fighting for him...by actually fighting him! It's hard to explain, but everything is clear to him now. Xyta, unlike everyone else, refuses to give up on him! How can he show her his appreciation? He needs to tell her that he understands.
Laying to his side, she quickly dove in under his leg, and shot him a glance, acting like she was diving in to bite it, when in fact her tongue shot out and grazed along his entire quadricep, her saliva seeping into his skin to patch up the torn muscle. Steve smiles down at her. Somewhere in his eyes, he's telling her something. He knows what she's doing. For that, he'll fight back, not just for himself, but for Xyta as well! Suddenly, right when she licked his leg, his thighs will slap shut around her ears! Clomp! His ankles cross together, locking her in place. Then, Steve bridges his steel buns off the grass and squeezes!
What are his eyes saying to her right now as he squeezes her? Also, what thoughts are flooding through his own mind, knowing that she has a beautiful woman trapped between his muscle popping legs? From how he holds her, the masculine hump in his groin presses against her nose and lips! His taut, blue, spandex pants is the only layer that seperates his meaty hill from her face! Yet that doesn't stop her from feeling his heat radiate on her mouth. He'll take a few moments to study her face, then opens his legs to free her! She stumbled back up, blood still dripping down her ass cheeks down her legs and onto the grass beneath her. She pretended to rest on a tree, panting hard while giving Steve a chance to stand and begin fighting again, where he d find no more pain in his leg.
Wow, twice in one day she had healed him, his leg even! She d have to be more careful around them from here on out. She d ease up on Steve until he could get back in the groove. Maria had observed Xyta being rough enough with him to know that she hadn't held back so far, until now. Xyta would still do her best to play off like she was trying, but started to see flickers of the Guardian flame begin to glow inside of the super soldier's bosom...
"Believe, my Captain... You have to believe in yourself!" She called out, not caring if Maria heard her words. Steve deserved to be noted of his rank, and she was willing to call him as such if it meant igniting the glow once and for all... He has to believe in himself! He can fight the serum! Just because he's dying, doesn't mean he can't fight! This is what Xyta had been trying to tell him. This is what he should've believed in all along! He was going to press his advantage to score another hit, but then he notices the red oozing down her legs. He looks down at his hands and watches her blood-blood from her ass…
Xyta's ass.
Suddenly, Steve's mouth starts to drool...
...and here comes a new test: controlling his passions. All of the sudden, the songs of the jungle sound differently. His eyes are a new tone of blue. He sniffs the air just once. The oozing coppery taste from her ass is still fresh. There might be just one part of her that she can use to drive him up another pedestal...
The blood still continued to trickle down her leg, and she actually began to feel ever so lightheaded, causing her to hold the tree for support as her hand came back to spread across her cheek to see how much blood she was actually losing. A lot... More than she thought. Steve's nails had driven deep, and as she looked back to him to see what he was doing, he was staring directly at her rump, drool running down the sides of his mouth as she could see the lust hazing in his eyes.
She could see him fighting it as well. But as her wheels began to turn, she had a thought... What had led Steve to attack her ass when he could have attacked anything else? Why was he looking at it in such a way now? Did he just like butts?
Was this... The thing he needed? The part of her that could set him free? She bent over ever so slightly, as if she found herself weakening, her little clothing pressing against her already damp groin, pulling against the flesh of her rump as blood kept falling. She turned back to Steve with an exhausted expression, and then with a quick wink, she gave him a soft smile that told her that she knew what he needed, and it was right here for him... If he could come get it, that was!
Xyta bends over and her pair of fruit stick out, already leaking its juice and painting her long legs. The air smells for metallic and bitter. The hill in his pants rise and swells until it becomes a slab of curled flesh, bouncing about with every step he makes. When his left foot comes down to pull him closer to her, his that shape jitters, and when his right foot comes down, it still jitters. If he stands up erect, his groin would curve out of his body in a near-perfect half circle.
So many smooth bends on his body; the soft curve of his shoulders, the bends in his bulging calves, his hard glutes, the large swoop of his chest and finally that burning swell behind his blue, hero spandex. When Steve stands still, he looks like breathing calligraphy. Sunlight filters trough the trees and peppers his body in bright, glowing circles. Xyta's blood...from her ass...on his hands. Steve's mind breaks down the phenomena into three seperate words.
Suddenly, Steve sprints for the thing Xyta has that wets his mouth, but what also can be the same thing used against him! Beautiful, thick things can be beautiful, thick weapons. Steve runs for Xyta, leaving himself wide open, and as he gets closer, that Wide Shot of her body zooms into a Medium Closeup, then finally, an Extreme Closeup of her rear, ripe, fat and leaking-like water running off the curve of an apple. He's blind to anything else she can try. When he reaches her, his big shoulder rams into her slender back, pinning her between his meaty mountains and the sharp tree barks! He grabs one of her arms, bends it and folds it against her back! Xyta is arrested and pinned to the tree!
"You alright?" Steve pants into her ear as his package dangles and grazes against her bleeding rump. Even after all of this, Steve still shows his concern for Xyta. It doesn't matter if she answers, however. She could utter a "yes" or a "no", once Steve grabs her hair, he violently pulls her back and shoves her face into the tree! Thwok! Silly Captain, always caring about the other person. She can feel the cracks in her nose as he did so, but she loved it! He was showing her pain as the bulge from his spandex pressing onto her ass cheeks, throbbing mercilessly as Xyta strained to not reach back and touch it.
She let out a scream of pain with every thwomp against the tree, followed by a satisfied growl to the Captain. But then he yanked against her underwear, pulling the leopard skin up into her slit until the skin showed every definition of her maidenhood. It hurt, badly. Now it was getting personal, but then she had an idea…
"So… you wanna play that game, huh?"
Bending back against him so her cheeks opened up to take the curve of his clothed manhood, she raised a flexible leg and wrapped it around his waist, and then she stood back up and pulled him with her, so the bulge was stuck right in her ass cheeks! She flexed her round, powerful glutes as hard as she could, crushing his erection into the place he seemed to be most infatuated with right now. She heard the strangled screams coming from his lips, and she grinned in triumph, the heat and essence of the jungle taking them both as they fought for, and against each other!
Just like the beautiful and deadly Venus Flytrap of the jungle, her ass cheeks part and claps around his heavy bulge! Xyta's ass flexes. Steve's member throbs back. Their fight had reduced to the mere parts of them silently struggling against each other! Every flex she makes feels like two, smooth rocks grinding against his hardening girth. Inside his spandex, veins pop all over his length. Xyta's ass clenches him tight, stopping blood flow and making his tip swell blue from lack of circulation! His masculinity is suffocating near her tenders, and the only thing that manages to slither out of his tip is a small drool of liquid.
W-what is she doing to him? What is this...thing that climbs up his chest from within? Steve wheezes like a weak, neighing horse. She's smiling. He can't see it on her face, but he can smell the evil glee from behind her. It's just as strong as the smell of blood leaking from her cheeky vice. Would she still be smiling if one of his tree trunk-thick arms wraps around her neck!?
He'll find out as her neck is suddenly trapped between his bulging bicep and steel forearm, forcing her to listen to the sounds of her own short breaths and the creaks of his muscle fibers stretching taut, as he squeezes her harder! They're choking each other not just because they believe in each other. Their mutual faith stems from the underlying fact that they also need each other. Xyta is trying to draw out the hero from within, the hero who can save her home.
"I'll s-save you Xyta...I s-swear!"
Steve stutters into her ear. In his tone of agony, there are words of bold truth. And these same words had birthed from a new resolution: not the S.H.I.E.L.D. nor the Avengers can define Justice. It's the raw bravery and duty of its people that defines Justice! Colonel Fury, heed his words: Africa will be saved! With one arm choking her, another hand crawls down her stomach and slips inside the brim of her underwear. He already knows what her heart is saying to him, but what about her body? No! Is this right, as a Captain, to do this? Both of their bodies are hidden behind a tree, away from where Maria's one-sided glass can view the action.
Precum and blood wets the crotch of his pants, and as the seconds of body heat tick by, his loins become a damp and heavy ball between his legs, oozing out a sweet and copper smell. All it takes is a small whiff of it for his eyes to darken a new tone of blue! In a moment of loss, his hand dives into her underwear and shovels up her crotch in his palm, feeling her, poking her. At the same time, a powerful buck of his hips will shove her face into the tree, then again, and yet another thrust! Thwomp-thwomp-thwak! That last impact sounds sicker than the first two.
Out of mind, Steve's eyes flutter. His groin swells harder, rising like yeast between her thick globes of ass! He feels it! His pearls tighten and tuck up. His length twitches once more. The inevitable rush of hot nectar is coming, and as much as he needs this, he can't bring himself to explode! Out of respect and duty, he'll deny himself, even if it means suffering just like Wolverine did. Between her ass, where pleasure becomes pain, Steve will grunt and silently plead something that his lips will never utter, just because he respects Xyta too much.
Steve is hurting...
It was enough to melt the woman's hardened heart. Xyta completely fell for Steve as he still upheld his promise to save her and her home, the glow in his soul burning to the brim! Xyta soon lost all reasoning thought and fell over the edge of ecstatic passion, the fire in her groin to much to restrain anymore.
She could have said no and shoved him off of her and ended the fight, but she couldn't… she wouldn't. She needed him, right here right now. This wasn't like with Logan, where the hatred was present and passions were too high to handle. Here, there was love. Oh, yes, a connection that was established between the two warriors as they fought to build each other up, fighting for a cause bigger than them.
She could feel something wet in her ass as Steve was leaking something, and from the coppery smell, she knew what it was. She was hurting him in a way she had never intended to hurt him… and then his fingers began to probe at her untouched entrance! Steve was touching her!
"Rogers… Cap- Captain…" she moaned, half of her begging him to stop but the other begging him to continue. She could feel him trembling as he restrained to hold back an evident building orgasm… but Xyta couldn't let him release it without letting him partake of her… intimately. He still held his sense of duty and held back for sake of respecting her. He had to know that he didn't have to hold himself back anymore… that she would give up everything she had and more because he was so willing to save something that could possibly end his life.
"Steve… put it inside of me… I give you the greatest gift I can give… to repay you for what you've done for me…"
She didn't even bother to hear his response, because she released his manhood from her cheeks, reached down to yank his pants down, freeing his cock with a wet shlick from the spandex, snatching it into her hand and pumping him up and down, wanting to pleasure him and thank him… for what he had so unselfishly promised to do… for her home… for her.
This was not the same as with Wolverine. Xyta was going to give herself to Steve with eagerness and with thanks, needing him… wanting him.
Just as Steve's member springs free and hits Xyta's thigh, he exhales loudly in a mix of joyous freedom and relief. Then his sigh cuts short when Xyta's hand wraps around him and tugs. That same hand that had balled into a fist and fed him pain, is now enveloped around him, hugging his size and pulling his passions free. Her stormy white eyes tell him to let go. Her bottom lip droops. They may have hidden from the Training Room's control panel, but the sun sees all. Right now, a warm downpour of yellow light paints her brown hair a deep fiery orange. Once that same light sheds down on Steve's already blonde hair, the sun's rays bounces off, illustrating a pseudo, angelic glow.
Finally, there is something stronger than the serum poisoning his body: his will to die for her home. This hot desire is now set in cold, hard stone. A hand reaches around and massages her blood stained ass, kneading, twisting and shaping her ample flesh with his hands. At the same time, Steve's length rides the gentle rise and fall of her hand. This is perfect-too perfect. His eyes beg her to keep going as they both listen to the sweet rhythm of wet friction and panting breaths. He looks down at his passionate rod, poking her thigh while her hands milk what he holds inside.
This...this has never happened before. Never had he imagined himself being taken by a strong woman inside the Avenger Mansion. Even through the whiteness in her eyes, he can sense the pain of loss within her. Her family, the people she loves, are gone. Her exterior is tougher than the tree bark they are hiding behind, and even as durable as rhinoceros skin. However, underneath all of that is an empty woman. She cares a lot for her jungle, but who cares for her? Who shows her the love she desperately needs again? That love she needs is now throbbing behind his chest.
All he wants Xyta to do is keep stroking him. Please, never release him. His blue spandex had been yanked down past his knees. His firmly sculpted ass is reflected on the undulating waves of a pond behind them. Between his sharply chiseled thighs, his orbs sway and dangle with every pump her hand makes. Steve bites his lip and gazes in her eyes. She can see it in his ocean blues… the passion, the desire… and the love. She could see right there into his very soul, a bridge had formed between the two in the heat of passion. Destiny. There couldn't have been any other answer for the phenomena that was occurring between the two warriors.
Her tender hand and his throbbing phallus had formed one bridge of contact. The other bridge is formed with his hands molding new shapes with her ass meat. But why stop there? She kept pumping and stroking him, where he found a rhythm bucking softly into her hands, knowing that he couldn't stop now. The soft yellow light cast colors on them as they hid from Maria's prying eyes, the pond behind them glittering in the sun. It was so serene and so perfect, just how nature designed everything, regardless of only being a simulation. It was a simulation from her world. It was the Garden of Eden, the man and the woman, designed by God to come together as one flesh in the beauty of His creations.
Steve leans his mouth into hers and gives her a taste of his Thank You. His kiss is angled as he leans his head on one side. Neither of them can do much behind the tree, than can only cover so much! She responded willingly and gave the soldier her first kiss, moving her tongue against his own as she closed her eyes and submitted to him fully, something potent and hot seeping from her own bosom, up her chest, from her throat to her lips, and into the Captain! She lost herself in the kiss as she turned so she could press her chest into his own as she released him and flung her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to reach his tall frame as she kissed him wildly.
She could feel his very emotions pouring out into her mind, that he wanted to fill the gap she had been carrying all these years, that gap of love that she had been missing… his heart beat for her, and all this time, and she didn't know it until now, that her heart had been beating for him. She then realized what she had to do. The only way that her mentor had been able to unlock the Glow within Xyta was by sacrificing herself and giving away to destiny. She had to do that now, for Steve. She had to let go and give him all she had, and he would be freed from the poison that weakened him even now.
But as she did so, she felt her bosom begin to burn, until the sensation spread throughout her entire body, something within her that healed and strengthened her broken and shredded heart, filling the emptiness and loneliness she had been feeling her entire life. Destiny. She had found her other half in Steve, found the one that nature had designed for her to be with.
Xyta had released his member so she can throw her arms around his neck, and even though she had to share the kiss with him to make the feelings mutual, his member was left in cold abandon. Steve's length twitches in the cool, empty air, threatening to burst when it dangles there, all by itself. His tip flushes red, nearly on its verge! No, not like this. Why? Steve clenches his bottom lip and uses whatever mental strength he has left to fight back his seed. But Xyta's full lips on his mouth, and her round bosoms pressing on his chest, are too much! His orgasm will be ruined.
Pain. It hurt Steve having to cross that bridge halfway to reaching his happy place, only to have its strings loosen so he can plunge into an empty pit. Maybe this is what Xyta wanted. Maybe she didn't want him to release in here. The timing must've been wrong for her. But why drive him so far? Steve doesn't understand. The moans he make inside of their kiss is painfull and needy before he breaks the embrace, panting. Molten passion had filled him up to his brim and instead of pouring out, his hot sap cools and stales, like a spoiled volcanic eruption.
It's then he suddenly realizes why: Steve is still a Captain. Xyta must've known that this is wrong. How stupid of him. "I'm s-so sorry...so sorry.." Steve breathes on her. "For what? For what, Steve?!" she hissed with a hint of sorrow in her voice, holding his face back to hers so she could look into his eyes.
Maybe what Xyta has done was for the best, but even what's right for him, still aches him badly. His duties as a role model for the team comes before his selfish desires. How could he have lost sight of that?
Steve wants to look into her white eyes again, but he fears he'd look up and face his own shame. She had released him so suddenly, but he understands her decision. He'll let her know that with a shaky nod.
"Nnnhh..."
His hand wraps around his girth and he'll choke himself, trying to stifle his cum from spurting out. His vision spins and blurs, making nature look like a confused swirl of lush green, shining yellow and sparkling blue, all before his eyes. No… no! What was going on? Confusion made her head spin as she watched him once again try to restrain himself, his climax. When the thought hit her that she had deprived him of that climax, her heart sunk.
In a panic, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him back to face her, clasping either sides of his jaw, her face dangerously close to his. With a low growl, she dug deeper into him and could tell he was restraining because he still had his sense of duty, his sense of being honorable for the team and being an example. Xyta understood that. But she had wronged him, and she was determined to make things right again.
"Please forgive me for what I'm about to do…" she crooned into his face, looking desperately into his eyes, wanting him to know that she was sorry for leaving him hanging like that and she was going to follow the Golden Rule and right her wrong.
Before he could say anything, she dove to her knees, swiftly kissing down his neck, chest and abdomen before coming to his meat and slapping his hand away, shoving his whole length into her mouth! It tore and popped a few muscles in her mouth but she could care less. She rapidly began to move up and down his huge and erect girth, her fingers crawling beneath his inner thigh and cradling his grenades with the pistol shoved down her throat. Her tongue wrapped itself around the girth, she using some of her power to extend her tongue ever so slightly so it could wrap around him.
She wasn't about to deprive him of a release again and make him restrain himself for her and for others who doubted him. She had the best intentions in mind as Xyta blew Captain America, a tear falling down the side of her cheek as she desired so desperately to make him feel good, to make him feel strong again…
He would've thought no less of her even if she denied him. Cum may be thicker than water, but not thicker than the bonds of true love. Wait, love? Yes. Love. Steve loves this woman. He loves her! Just as his spirit hangs lifelessly on the edge, nearly falling into despair, Xyta is that extra hand he needs to save his life. Even the Great American Eagle can't soar as high as it can without the wind current to carry it.
Xyta's lips wetly seal over his length and lovingly invites him into her hot, damp world. At the same time, his heavy pearls are cradled in her hands. When he had first met Xyta, she was fiesty, daring and spiteful. Now, she's swallowing every inch of him. Amazing how quickly things can change in such a short time. Even more amazing how a man can fall in the depths of love faster than a sinking anchor. She's got her Captain and he wouldn't dream of drifting off anywhere.
Steve leans his head back and lets the sounds envelop him: the chirping birds, the rustling trees, the running waters, and the wet shlops and gurgles of Xyta sucking him. It doesn't take long for his body to smolder and reach a sizzling point. His brain shuts down, and in its place, his nerves burst alive. Everything, from the slightest tug her mouth makes, to the gentlest squeeze on his orbs, makes him squirm and moan, just how Xyta likes it. Her Captain is on the edge, humming in the lowest key for her ears to relish. Such control she has over the super soldier-it's unlike anything he has ever felt before.
Steve feels himself climbing higher. He's so close that he's afraid to say a word in fear of him shouting from the sheer power of his pending burst. Xyta doesn't have to cry anymore. Her Captain is here forever. He'd hate to break her concentration, but while she continues to suck him, there's one more thing she needs to hear.
"I love you…"
Three simple words is all he can manages to utter before a trickle of precum oozes into her mouth! Steve can only hope that Xyta doesn't break her mouth from his phallus this time. If she does, his entire world will fall on top of him! After he releases, he'll make sure that their loins will join together and dance to the sounds of the jungle! He'll pronounce his love by driving himself into her depths, then. Right now, Steve just needs a little more of her mouth.
Wait...
Could it be? That's it! The serum had been acting up and poisoning his body from overuse, but this sexual power she's feeding him seems to counteract it! But how? Could it be from the intense blood flow that her lips are causing with every tug? Maybe this strong circulation is cleansing and rejuvenating his used up body? Suddenly, everything in the world makes sense! Her sucking lips are slowly healing him! Captain America surely needs her now!
"Don't stop...don't..." Steve pleads.
It was all she needed to hear before she went even harder down on him, using her inhuman speed to keeping sucking him off and keep him going. Love. Love was what they shared, here and now. Others would have looked upon their act and thought how disgusting they were, but this was an act of service and of affection.
But what bewildered her even further was when she suddenly felt an energy begin to burst through him, cleanse him of the poison that was threatening to end his life! The glow! It all made sense to Xyta as she continued to feed him this sexual energy, it was the key that was going to purge the illness and replace it with something he never knew he needed. She relished in his moans and gasps, any noise he made was music to her ears as the wet gurgling noises of her mouth came sweeping across his enormous meat.
She continues to feel the energy getting stronger, as a drop of his seed falls down her throat, like a frozen faucet that is being heated to melt the ice, slowly beginning to drip, but would soon be flowing water like a river! She moans into him, sending vibrations through his groin. She can't stop now, he needs her… and she needs him.
He was growing close, she could feel it by the trembling and throbbing of his cock pulsating in her mouth and throat, but it only makes her go faster. She didn't even care if Maria Hill saw them doing this. Let the world see that she was healing and pleasing the man who saved the world, more than once.
As she went harder than ever before, her psyche flowed into his own in a daze of bliss and connection, a bridge forming between their thoughts as the Glow threatened to burst from him, and she swore she heard his voice in her mind, his thoughts… his thoughts of love and of thanks, of rejoice and need… had they connected mentally? Was this a factor of the glow? It didn't matter. Connecting her mind waves with his own, she answered him with sureness and confidence, containing even a little bit of her fierceness, all her…
For you, my love… I will never stop…