Frostbloom
A/N: lemons in this chapter, so please be aware.
Chapter 6
After the first shocked, immobile moment, the softer side of him roared, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? GO GET HER! SAVE HER!
Homelander put a hand to his head because the other him was louder now than he'd ever experienced, but he didn't move from the roof of Vought Tower. She could fly. He knew it. His eyes stayed fixed on the figure of Ashley, plummeting through the air. Ryan hadn't flown the first time, but he'd decided that was because he'd only thrown him off the roof of a house. He hadn't had enough time to figure out flying. If he'd started on a higher level, like, say, the roof of Vought Tower, Homelander felt sure Ryan would have been able to fly the first time.
How long would it take her to hit the ground, if she didn't fly? She wouldn't take damage from it, but she would feel the pain. That was one thing nobody seemed to understand about supes. They didn't take physical damage, but they received the nerve input that reported pain to their brains. If she didn't fly this time, how much would it hurt her? Not as much as it had hurt him when Vought decided to start exploding nukes at him, but it would do.
Unease rose up in him as she continued to fall toward the street, arms and legs flailing, and he wondered if she'd only gotten the laser vision on her last sleep. He'd felt sure she could acquire more than one power at a time because it had happened after the accident, but what if she hadn't gotten the flight yet? Maybe he should interfere, catch her and bring her back to the roof. The other him continued shouting, and Homelander gave in to the growing fear. He'd just lifted off from the roof, his eyes still fixed on Ashley, when he saw her realize how to fly. Her arms and legs stopped their uncoordinated movements as she caught an updraft and shot into the sky like a missile.
He laughed. He couldn't help it. She'd gotten all his official powers now. She was a real supe like him. Homelander kept his eyes fixed on her tiny form, high above the clouds, until she changed direction and headed back for Vought Tower. His softer side said, you know, she might be mad. Another look at her figure in the sky, burning toward the Tower roof at top speed, persuaded him that his softer side might just be right. Besides, he wanted to see what she could do.
Homelander took off from the roof and headed for the ocean. She might not know to fly slowly enough so as not to cause sonic booms, or might be so angry she didn't care, so it was better to take her out to sea where they didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her. A quick glance back showed him Ashley in hot pursuit. He grinned and turned his attention forward as they zoomed over New York Harbor, leaving the land behind, and then there was nothing but the ocean.
Sea and sky became two solid streaks of blue as Homelander pushed himself to his top speed, leaving a cascading trail of sonic booms in his wake. When he hazarded another quick look behind him, Ashley was not just keeping pace with him. She was gaining on him. That caused him a twinge of uncertainty. She couldn't possibly be faster than he was, could she? His DNA had given her the powers she had, so how could she surpass him in anything? But he put the unsettling thought aside and concentrated on flight.
They were far out over the water, in the vicinity of the Azores, he thought, when he looked again and Ashley had closed the distance between them to an uncomfortably short space. He spotted a tiny outcropping of rock and sand and vegetation that could barely be called an island and decided to stop, land there and try to talk her out of her pique. If he explained his reasoning, she might calm down. It did nothing to ease the growing anxiety he refused to acknowledge. He changed direction and flew toward the island.
And that was when Ashley caught him.
Her body smashed into his with a force that actually managed to knock the breath out of his lungs and her momentum drove them both into the surface of the island, pulverizing the ground beneath them until they rested in a hole a dozen feet deep, and the needle of a seismograph on the coast of Portugal jittered ever so slightly. He was still trying to pull in oxygen when she caught him by the front of his costume, pulled him up so her face was shoved into his, and screamed, "You tried to murder me!"
Homelander still gasped for air and couldn't say anything in his own defense, reduced to shaking his head no.
"No? No?" she shrieked. "Then why don't you tell me what the fuck that was about, throwing me off the motherfucking top of motherfucking Vought Tower? Did you think I'd grow wings?"
"Thought you'd learn to fly," he choked out. "And you did."
That was the wrong thing to say. Keeping her hold on his costume, she rocketed straight up, hauling them both out of the hole and dropping him flat on his face in the sand. He had a brief chance to notice the surf rolling up on the beach, the palm trees and the clear sky above them, before Ashley grabbed the back of his shirt and cape and lifted him up again. She'd seated herself on the trunk of a fallen palm tree and slammed him across her lap, face down. "You have been begging for this ever since that day in the training room with Blindspot," she snarled at him. "And now you're finally going to get it."
Homelander tried to push her away but she caught both his wrists in one hand and held them in place behind his back. He tried to free himself but couldn't. That was crazy; she was holding both his wrists with one hand, and her nondominant hand at that, and he couldn't get loose on the first try? Oh, he thought he could probably break Ashley's hold if he applied himself—she couldn't be stronger than he was—but did he really want to? And while he was pondering this, her other hand yanked his pants down until he felt them sagging around his ankles.
It astonished him and he said, "Ashley, what—" before her hand descended on his ass with more power than he would ever have given her credit for.
"This is for scaring me in the training room! You know fucking well I didn't do anything to deserve that."
Pain shot through him, along with an electric surge of excitement. He'd never been with a woman who was stronger than he was. Queen Maeve had never approached his level, and though Stormfront had come close and thought she was his match physically, he always knew he could kill her if he wanted. Hadn't he needed to hold back with his laser vision when she asked him to burn her breasts to avoid cutting her in two? What Ryan had done the day Becca died hadn't been half of what his father could have done if it had pleased him. Could Ashley tolerate that kind of damage? Would she even want to? Not right now, at least; she seemed to be more into inflicting pain than experiencing it.
"And this is for calling me stupid all the time," she growled as her hand came down on his bare ass again, harder than the first hit if that was possible, and he closed his eyes to feel it better. When Stormfront had thrown him into a wall the first time they'd fucked, he'd been angry, but also a little tantalized, until he realized she'd only managed it since she'd taken him by surprise and couldn't repeat the feat if he was expecting it. Ashley had driven him twelve feet into the ground and was restraining him with one hand. As an experiment, he tried freeing himself again and failed, her grip tightening on his wrists to a point he would call…uncomfortable? Yes, uncomfortable. And her mind wasn't really on that, either, just the open-handed smacks she was laying down on his ass.
"I didn't mean it, Ashley," he tried telling her.
"The fuck you didn't. You were in charge and you thought you could get away with anything. Meet the consequences of your own actions." And her hand connected again.
He had to bite back a moan of pleasure. Blood had rushed into his cock at her first strike and now he was fully tumescent. The material of her jeans teased his hard flesh and he had to exert a scary amount of control to keep from rubbing himself against her denim-clad thighs. But that would feel so good if he did it, and it was so different, so relaxing, to let her be in charge so he could just feel, just be done to.
"And this is for making me take off my wig in front of A-Train and the Deep!" Ashley smacked his ass again and this time he couldn't keep the sound of his enjoyment inside.
Her hand paused, resting on his ass, before caressing him lightly and making him moan again. "Oh, you like this, do you?" Homelander started to speak, but she paid no attention. "You know you've been a naughty boy, don't you?" When her fingers slipped between his legs and teased his balls, he couldn't help arching up toward her. "Answer me. Have you been naughty?"
"Yes! Don't stop!" His own need embarrassed him but sent another throb of desire through his cock.
He could hear her smile in her voice. "No, tell me what you've done. Then I'll keep going."
"I called you stupid when you aren't and I scared you when I shouldn't have, and I made you take off your wig."
"And you were naughty to do that?" She moved the tips of her fingers, circling his asshole, lightly, just enough to tease. It amazed him—how the hell could Ashley be like this? He'd always seen her as a sexless stick, despite knowing about the bathroom interlude with Adam Bourke at the Dawn of the Seven premiere. He'd been too consumed with grief over Stormfront to pay much attention to what she got up to, and by the time he'd gotten over it to some extent, she and Bourke had broken up and there were no more inconvenient sexual encounters for him to notice. How had she hidden this side of herself from him?
"Yes, Ashley, fuck!"
She tsk-tsked at him. "Such language. I'll have to spank you even more for that. Safe word is driftglass. Use it if you need to."
He could hardly believe it. She knew that this was arousing him and she still wanted to continue? But before he had any more time to consider this development, Ashley started beating his ass like it was a drum and he didn't bother trying to hide his enjoyment anymore. Homelander squirmed against her grip, only half-heartedly trying to get free, and the crack of her hand persuaded him to stop. He didn't want to get free anyway, just wanted her to keep disciplining him the way no woman in his life had ever managed. He didn't even notice when he began rubbing himself against her lap, the denim against his cock the best thing he'd ever felt in his life.
Ashley noticed, though. "Oh, you're not through being a naughty boy? You're going to rub your big hard cock against my legs, just like a dog? You want to come all over my lap, make a great big mess?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes, Ashley, please let me come. I can't stand it. It's so fucking good."
"I wish I had known this years ago," she muttered. Then she raised her voice. "I'm going to spank you until you come, although I really shouldn't, since you're such a bad boy and don't deserve all the pleasure you're going to feel. Are you a bad boy?" Homelander felt his pulse pounding in his head and all he could do was pump his hips, keep up the friction against his cock. Ashley brought her hand down again. "You didn't answer me. Are you a bad boy?"
He couldn't find enough breath to answer, the excitement had him fully in its grip and he thought he was about to come. When Ashley smacked his ass again, that put him over the edge and he almost screamed with the force of his climax, hot come shooting out of him to cover her lap, leaving him moaning and gasping as the spasms finally faded. Good Christ, he'd never come that hard in his life.
After a few minutes, Ashley spoke. "You all right?" She had released her grip on his wrists and her hand caressed his back, the other one stroking his hair. Considering how angry she'd been earlier, her voice was gentle now.
"Yes." He felt completely drained, a creeping sense of horror and fear replacing his earlier arousal. God, what in the world did Ashley think about him getting off on her spanking him? If she'd ever thought about him in a sexual way before, he was sure it hadn't been like this. He flattered himself that he came across as strong, dominant, the kind of guy who would throw her across his lap for an erotic spanking, not the kind of guy who would come his brains out over it. But he'd never thought of himself that way before either. "Ashley, I just want to say—"
"It's okay that you liked it," she told him. "There's nothing wrong with liking it. Don't worry about anything."
"I just—I never—" Homelander couldn't believe anything about this situation.
"I hope you aren't worried about your image. Here. In the middle of nowhere."
"With you. Do you…well, think less of me now?"
That made her laugh. "Because you liked a spanking? No. You'd be surprised how many guys I know who get off on being dominated. It helps them relax."
"Well, I certainly do feel relaxed now." In fact, he hadn't been this relaxed in a long, long time. "So this was okay with you?"
She smiled at him, and it lit up her face. She didn't smile much around him. Why had he never noticed how pretty she could be when she smiled? "Of course it's okay. You like it, it doesn't hurt anyone—"
"Just my ass."
Ashley laughed again. "Other than that. A lot of people have little kinks like that. It's nobody else's business and you don't need to worry about what I think." Before he could say anything to that, she was helping him to his feet. "Let's get us cleaned up, then."
Taking his hand, she led him to the beach and into the water until they were waist-deep in the ocean. He felt her hand on his cock, caressing, and his eyes closed so he could enjoy it. "I don't have any soap, so this is the best I can do. Shame we weren't in a hotel room for this."
That wasn't worth answering—it wouldn't have worked at all if they hadn't been completely alone with her overpowering him—and he couldn't keep from staring at her, the Dead Kennedys T-shirt she'd worn to bed, the windblown red hair around her face, and had a clear thought, not an observation from his softer self but something completely from him. I can love her now. She's my equal. I can love her now. He reached out beneath the surface of the water and rubbed his hands over her thighs, sliding one of them between, making her gasp. "It seems like I should do something for you too. You know, because I scared you and everything."
"You don't have to." Her lips were parted for air when she looked up at him, her face suddenly vulnerable. "I know this is nothing that you would have initiated, and I was very angry. We can just pretend this never happened. We can forget all about it."
"I don't want to do that, though, Ashley. I want you to pin me to the ground and fuck my brains out. It wasn't just the spanking that excited me. It was that you're stronger than I am. You're stronger than Queen Maeve and Stormfront ever dreamed of being, and that arouses me. Unless you don't want to do that." A wave of doubt hit him. "If you aren't attracted to me, I mean."
She grinned and then her arms were around his waist, flying them back to the beach where his pants lay in a tangle with his boots. "Take off your shirt. I miss seeing you naked."
"Forgot you have X-ray vision?" But he was smiling as he pulled at it and the Velcro released its hold.
"It doesn't compare to seeing you in the flesh."
"You enjoyed that, then? Walking in on me when I was naked? I think you're a little naughty yourself, Ashley."
"I painted your back porch red and you only think? I must be losing my touch."
Something inside him relaxed at her teasing and he reached out for her. "I've never seen you naked. If we want to be on an equal footing, I think you should tend to that."
She gave him a sultry look. "Then you can undress me."
Homelander didn't wait for her to change her mind, pulling the T-shirt over her head and sliding her jeans and panties down her legs. "I like it that you never wear a bra."
"Then I never will."
The sight of her bare breasts, their stiff pink nipples, made his mouth water. "Uh, Ashley? I don't think I told you this, but the strength thing isn't the only kink I have."
"Oh, I know. Lactation, right? I guess you're lucky I hadn't gotten around to throwing out Madelyn's breast milk that day. I just didn't want to deal with it. I didn't even like her."
"That was the only time I tasted her. She never would give me that." A remembered thrill of anger shivered through him. She'd known what he needed, the bitch had always known, and she had denied him for that bastard child of a turkey baster.
"She wanted to keep you under control. I guess she thought that was the best way. I was never sure how much you thought I'd seen that day, before the training room."
"I didn't think about it. I just hoped you hadn't seen enough, and you sounded normal when you came in." Back then, if he'd thought she knew about what he needed, he would have killed her. No, his softer self told him. You would never kill Ashley, not even over that. You wanted her, and not just as a convenient pliable puppet to run Vought. You want her now. But that was different, she was a supe now, not some weak human lackey, but his softer self didn't choose to answer that.
"I didn't want to embarrass you." Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. "You know I can't give you milk the way you need."
"You can give me other things." His fingers slid over her breasts and she shivered as he plucked at her nipples. "Oh, you can give me a lot besides that."
To his surprise, she removed his hands. "Wait a minute." Ashley stepped away and found his cape, lying discarded with his shirt, and spread it on the ground. "Lie down."
"Did I hear a please out of you?" He was joking, but suddenly she was in front of him, restraining his arms, and in an instant he found himself on his back, staring up at her. His cock started hardening again and he gasped. "I love it when you take charge."
Ashley giggled. "I'll remind you of that in the future." She settled down on his thighs, leaned forward, and stroked his chest, his belly, before she looked into his eyes, devilish, and said, "Let's see what you think of this." Then she slid down his legs until she was almost lying prone, his cock on a level with her face. Ashley pursed her lips, drew in a breath, then let the word, "Fuck," slide out of her mouth in what seemed like a caress—until the ice enveloped his hard-on.
"Jesus!" How the hell had she thought to do that? "Are you trying to make me laser my own dick?"
She gave him a quelling look but her lips quivered. "No, I just wanted to see what would happen. Don't be mad." Her tongue darted out and stroked a line from the base of his cock to the tip. The sight of that, and the fact that he couldn't feel it through her damned ice condom—well, it was…interesting, to say the least. And he wanted to see what else she'd do. "Is that okay?"
He pretended to consider it. "I think you could do that more. Do you like Popsicles?"
"I've sucked a few in my day. And this one…" Her fingers wrapped around him, slid over the ice. "This one looks inviting."
"Do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours." Homelander put his hands behind his head, trying to ignore the discomfort of feeling like he'd tried to fuck Antarctica and turned his junk into an icicle.
Ashley took his cock into her mouth and began to suck. Shame she didn't have heat breath in addition to the cold because he couldn't feel jack shit through the ice condom she'd created, but the sight of her mouth moving up and down on him, the flicks of her tongue that she allowed him to see while she licked at the ice, turned the stinging into something arousing.
"Are you going to fuck me while I still have the ice condom?"
She lifted her head long enough to say, "Ice condom? Interesting idea. Do you want me to fuck you like that?"
"I think the friction would melt it a lot faster than your mouth and tongue."
"You want me to stop?" She let her tongue whirl around the tip of his cock.
He smiled. "I like watching you do that. But this isn't really comfortable."
"And you want to spread the discomfort, huh?" But she didn't sound mad. "But yeah, I think it will melt faster if we're fucking." Ashley squirmed around until she was straddling him. "Fuck, that's cold."
"And it's not even your dick."
Before he registered it, his hands were pinned over his head and her face hovered just above his. "That's where you're wrong. If you like being dominated, I'm up for that, but that means your dick is mine. You don't go dipping it anywhere else. If you thought I was mad over an unexpected trip to the ground from the Tower roof, you'll be in for a big surprise if I find out you've been fucking around. I'm not going to take it like Madelyn or Queen Maeve did."
That surprised him until he realized she didn't know about her changed status in his mind. Time enough to tell her later, so he settled for, "I'm not going to cheat on you. Who else could give me this?"
"Fair enough," and then she moved, lining him up, and the head of his cock entered her. A pained scream erupted, followed by, "Fuck, that's cold!"
"Yeah, doesn't feel so good when it's your parts all iced up, does it?" But he lost his train of thought when she started bucking up and down on him, thrashing, grinding, and he couldn't do anything to control her movement because his hands were restrained by her and it made him shudder with pleasure. Could he come with all that ice on him? Would he have any ice on his dick in the next few minutes, with Ashley trying to melt it off him with her pussy? But watching her riding him like a mechanical bull made him suspect he wouldn't have any issues at all with coming.
Ashley seemed lost in the fucking, eyes closed, head thrown back, and those hard little nipples jutted out, tempting him. "Let me suck your tits. I want them in my mouth."
She recovered enough to ask, "Did I hear a please out of you?"
"Please." He didn't really mind her making him say that. Her being a supe now bought her a host of extra privileges that she didn't know about. Yet.
It felt awkward, but she managed to keep his dick inside her while leaning forward until her breasts dangled over his mouth. "Okay, you suck them, then, like a good boy."
He moaned but caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked, imagining her milk filling his mouth, flowing down his throat to fill his belly, and his hips thrust up at her, making her moan. For long minutes she let him suckle, fucking the ice condom away, until without warning she straightened up. "Ashley, why did you—"
"Stop calling me that." The surprise made him stop moving, even though he felt sure the ice condom was almost gone and he was going to come in pretty short order. "You can call me what you want to call me, what excites you."
That startled him, unsettled him. What did she think? It wasn't that hard to figure out, since she knew about his other kink, but he played dumb. "What should I call you?"
"Don't lie to me. We both know what you want to say. It's okay to have that kink. A lot of people do. There's nobody here but us. I won't tell. You can trust me not to tell about you. You can trust me. Just let go. You want this. You can have it. Just let go." Ashley never stopped bouncing on his cock, and his teeth ground against each other at the heat of her that he could feel now, skin against skin, everything else melted.
"Mommy!" He hadn't known he intended to say that until it was out, and he stared up at her with horrified eyes.
"Yes, baby," she murmured. "You're such a good boy. Do you want to fuck your mommy some more?"
"Yes!"
"Say it, then."
"I want to fuck my mommy some more!" A distant part of his mind wanted to kill himself, kill her, for having realized this, having let the word escape his mouth. He was slamming his hips into Ashley with all his strength, harder than he'd fucked anyone except Stormfront, and her grip still kept his hands still, and he knew he was going to come, it was too exciting, he couldn't keep himself from going off long enough to satisfy her.
"You're doing that, baby boy. You fuck your mommy so good. She loves it so much. Now take her breast again so you can get her milk too." She was gasping herself, taking every thrust that would have ruptured internal organs if she'd still been human, but she wasn't human anymore and he loved her. Homelander raised his head enough to capture a nipple and suck again. "She loves it when you suck her and fuck her at the same time. You're such a good boy. You're Mommy's best little boy."
"Special," he managed to say around her nipple.
Ashley said, "You're her special little boy. Nobody could ever be as special as you. She'll never have another good boy, just you. Only you. She only wants you."
He wanted to ask her to free one of his hands so he could stroke her, arouse her enough to come, but then he felt her spasming around him and she let out a wail that set him off. "Mommy!" he wailed as he released her breast and shot his load deep inside her in a long series of hard jets that shook him to his core.
Homelander didn't notice when she released his wrists and leaned forward to lie on top of him, their bodies limp and relaxed. "It's okay, you know," she murmured.
"What is?"
"You calling me Mommy. We're both grown-ass consenting adults and if you want to call me that to make it better for yourself and I don't have any objections to it, it's just fine. It hurts nobody."
"I'm glad you think so." With as much care as if she'd been made of glass, he moved her off to his side to rest on his cape with his arm wrapped around her. Ashley…she was precious beyond measure now. She knew what he needed, accepted what he needed, and gave it to him without the subtle distaste that Madelyn had never been able to hide from him. How had he never realized what Ashley could be to him? In this thing he'd been a fucking fool, but no more. Ashley was a supe. And she was his.