[Luke's POV]
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing Skye's luxurious penthouse. The vast space is bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern furniture. I made her show me the elevator so i could understand how this building even worked since i live here now.
Skye follows close behind, her presence a constant, comforting warmth at my back. I hear the soft rustle of her cape as she moves, a sound that's quickly becoming as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. She steps around me, her emerald eyes scanning my face with a mixture of affection and concern.
"Come on," she says softly, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the night. "Let's go to bed. You look exhausted."
I know I should move, should follow her. But I find myself rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from her. At this moment, with the city lights casting a soft glow around her, she looks like something out of a dream. My wife, my Skye, returned to me across the vast expanse of the multiverse.
"What's wrong?" Skye asks, her brow furrowing slightly as she notices my hesitation.
I take a deep breath, gathering my courage, and step forward. With a sudden surge of boldness, I place my hands on Skye's shoulders and attempt to push her down onto the nearby couch. But it's like trying to move a mountain. She doesn't budge an inch.
A wicked grin spreads across Skye's face, her emerald eyes gleaming with predatory intent.
"I thought you were tired," she purrs, her voice low and dangerous. The sound sends shivers down my spine.
I can feel exhaustion weighing heavily on my limbs, my eyelids fighting to stay open. But the sight of Skye, so close and so achingly beautiful, pushes the fatigue to the back of my mind.
"No, I'm fine," I insist, even as a yawn threatens to escape.
Skye's grin widens, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She can sense the lie in my words, can see the weariness etched into every line of my body. But instead of calling me out, she moves with lightning speed.
In a blur of motion, Skye scoops me up into her arms as if I weigh nothing at all. The world spins around me, and before I can process what's happening, I find myself airborne. I land on the bed with a soft thump, the luxurious sheets cool against my skin.
Skye stands at the foot of the bed, her silhouette backlit by the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. With deliberate slowness, she begins to disrobe. Her cape falls to the floor in a pool of crimson, followed by her boots and gloves. The rest of her costume soon joins them, revealing expanses of flawless skin that seem to glow in the dim light.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her. She's a vision of perfection, a goddess made flesh. Every curve, every line of her body, is exactly as I remember from my world, yet somehow even more beautiful.
Before I can fully appreciate the view, Skye pounces. She lands on top of me with catlike grace, her weight a delicious pressure pinning me to the mattress. Her hands make quick work of my clothes, tearing them away with superhuman strength until there's nothing left between us but skin on skin.
The feeling of her body pressed against mine is intoxicating. Her skin is impossibly soft, yet I can feel the steel-hard muscles beneath, a constant reminder of her incredible strength.
Our lips meet in a passionate kiss that sends shockwaves through my system.
Our hands roam freely over each other's bodies, exploring every inch with curious desperation. I reach for her breasts, marveling at the way they fill my palms, their nipples hardening beneath my touch. She moans into the kiss, encouraging me to continue my exploration lower down her body.
I trail my fingers along the smooth curve of her stomach and further southward until I reach her glistening pussy. She's already wet with anticipation, and I can feel her heart racing against mine. My cock throbs in response, desperate to be inside her.
"Skye," I murmur against her lips. "I want you so badly."
But before I can finish my sentence, she shushes me with a finger pressed to my lips. A wicked smile spreads across her face as she straddles me once more. Her wetness drips onto my stomach as she positions herself above me once more.
"Shhh... let me show you how it's done," she whispers seductively.
Without further ado, she lowers herself onto my rock-hard cock, taking me deep inside her with one powerful thrust that makes the bed creak beneath us. The sensation is all-consuming. Every nerve ending in my body sings with pleasure as she begins to ride me like a wild animal.
The room fills with the sounds of our passion: grunts and moans and even some light giggling from Skye between gasps for air. The sheets rustle under our frantic movements as we seek release together. The soft glow from outside casts an ethereal light on our bodies entwined together. It feels like forever since I last felt this kind of love, this kind of passion. And I don't want it to end.
As if reading my mind, Skye increases her pace, her breasts bouncing against my chest in perfect rhythm with each thrust. Her lips part slightly, revealing her sharp teeth momentarily before she bites down on them determinedly. It sends shivers down my spine but also makes me even more aroused than before. I reach up to grab onto her hips, holding onto her tightly as she takes control of both our bodies. Her long brown hair cascades around us like a waterfall, tickling my neck and shoulders.
Skye's movements become more frenzied, her breathing ragged as she rides me with wild abandon. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging lightly at first, then with more insistence. The slight pain mingles with the pleasure, heightening every sensation.
"Say it," she demands, her voice husky with desire.
I look up at her, momentarily confused. "Say what?" I ask, desperate to please her, to give her whatever she needs.
At that moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability in her emerald eyes. It's there for just an instant, a crack in her usual mask of confidence and control. My heart swells with love and protectiveness.
"Say you love me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of our lovemaking.
Without hesitation, I respond. The words pour out of me, as natural and necessary as breathing. "I love you!" I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of the penthouse. "God, Skye, I love you so much!"
As the words leave my lips, I feel a dam break inside me. All the pent-up emotion, the grief and longing and joy, comes rushing out. My hips buck upward, meeting Skye's downward thrusts with increasing urgency.
"I love you," I repeat over and over like a mantra. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
With each declaration, Skye's movements become more intense. Her inner walls clench around me, drawing me deeper inside her. The pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak, a white-hot tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
And then, with one final thrust, I explode. My vision goes white as I cum hard, my seed erupting deep inside Skye's welcoming heat. Wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me, each more intense than the last.
The last thing I'm aware of is Skye's cry of pleasure as she follows me over the edge, her body shuddering above me. Then, exhaustion claims me, and I slip into unconsciousness.
I'm vaguely aware of Skye's weight shifting off me, of the rustle of sheets as she pulls the blanket over us both. Her lips brush my cheek in a soft kiss.
"Goodnight, lover," she murmurs, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
As I drift off into a deep, contented sleep, I feel truly at peace for the first time since arriving in this strange new world.
*****
[The Rapist's POV]
The warehouse is a hive of frenetic activity, the air thick with the acrid smell of diesel fumes and gunpowder. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting harsh shadows that dance across stacks of crates and pallets. The constant beeping of reversing trucks provides a chaotic soundtrack to the scene.
I stand in the center of it all, a ringmaster orchestrating this circus of mayhem. I throw my head back in laughter, reveling in the beautiful destruction being prepared before me. Goons scurry about like ants, loading truck after truck with enough explosives to level a whole building.
The anticipation of the carnage to come sends tingles of excitement down my spine. My lips stretch into a wide grin as I imagine the chaos that will soon unfold, the screams, the panic, the delicious fear in their eyes. And at the end of it all, a shiny new plaything for me to break.
The shrill ring of my phone cuts through my reverie. With an exaggerated sigh, I fish it out of my pocket and check the caller ID. My grin widens impossibly further.
"Oh, hello, boss!" I chirp into the phone, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Rapist," the voice on the other end is clipped, all business as always. "What are you planning right now?"
I can't help but giggle, the sound high and unhinged. "Oh, nothing much. Just a nice little side mission. You know how I love to keep busy!"
There's a pause, then a weary sigh. "Who's your target?"
My good mood evaporates instantly. My eyes narrow as I survey the warehouse, watching my minions scurry about like the insects they are. "Now, now," I chide, unable to keep the annoyance from seeping into my tone. "That's none of your business, is it?"
"Rapist," the boss's voice takes on a warning edge. "I need to know-"
"You need to know nothing!" I snarl, all pretense of playfulness gone. "I've been a good little soldier, haven't I? Done all your dirty work without question? Well, this is my time. My mission. My new toy to play with!"
I end the call with a vicious jab of my finger, resisting the urge to hurl the phone across the warehouse. How dare she try to interfere? Doesn't she understand that this is all just a game to me?
Taking a deep breath, I force the manic grin back onto my face. I can't let a little thing like that ruin my fun. After all, the show must go on! And what a show it will be.
Clock Woman looks at me, her eyes shining with gratitude behind her ridiculous clock-face mask. "Thanks for finally letting me join the big leagues, Rapist," she gushes, her voice quivering with excitement.
I look at her, taking in the garish costume adorned with gears and springs, the oversized clock hands protruding from her back. She's trash, pure and simple. A D-list villain with delusions of grandeur. But she'll serve her purpose.
"What are your powers again?" I ask, feigning interest while internally rolling my eyes.
Clock Woman straightens up, puffing out her chest with pride. "I slow people down," she declares as if it's the most impressive ability in the world.
I nod, plastering a fake smile on my face. "Yes, that's right. Your main job is to just make sure you slow Super Star down as much as possible, okay?"
"Of course!" Clock Woman replies with a genuine smile, oblivious to the condescension dripping from my words. She's an idiot, through and through.
As Clock Woman prattles on about her "brilliant" plan to use her powers, I let my gaze wander around the warehouse. The preparations are nearly complete. Trucks laden with explosives line up like dominos, ready to fall at my command. Goons scurry about, triple-checking detonators and timers.
The air is thick with anticipation, a palpable energy that makes my skin tingle. Soon, very soon, chaos will reign. And in the midst of it all, I'll have my prize.
I tune back into Clock Woman's inane chatter just in time to hear her say, "...and then when Super Star is slowed down, I'll use my special move! I call it the Time Gun! It's just a regular gun, though."
It takes every ounce of self-control not to burst out laughing. Instead, I nod solemnly as if she's just outlined the most brilliant strategy I've ever heard. "Sounds perfect," I lie smoothly. "You'll be instrumental in our success."
Clock Woman beams at the praise, practically glowing with pride. She has no idea she's nothing more than cannon fodder, a distraction to keep Super Star occupied while I implement my real plan.