"Ahhh~ be a litt—Ahhh!~~"
"Be a little gentle! Ahh~ Ack~~ That's too big!!"
"I-I think this was a mistake—Arrrrgggh~~~~~ I'm not.. Agg~~"
Lynn's palm clamped over her mouth, the low growl—"Quiet, baby, or I'll make you scream~" and then came the relentless thrust of hips that had turned Skye's world into a haze of white-hot sparks.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Just enjoy, don't think~"
Plop! Plop! Plop!
"Mmm—ahh—fuck, right there—"
"Harder! Harder!! Arggggg~~~~"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Make a mess out of meeeeeehhhh~~~~~~~"
Skye's back bowed; her cry tore loose, a long, shuddering "Lyyyynn!" that ricocheted around the room.
The Terrigen Mist could awaken abilities in Inhumans.
Only, Skye hadn't been exposed to the Terrigen Mist yet—right now, she was just an ordinary human.
And for an ordinary person, facing someone with enhanced physical strength like Lynn was practically a one-sided domination.
Her current state of unconsciousness was proof enough.
"Umm.."
After an unknown amount of time, Skye, drenched in sweat, slowly opened her eyes.
Her entire body ached, as if she'd been torn apart and put back together again.
God only knew—just moments ago, she'd felt like she was flying straight to heaven, watching angels set off fireworks.
It was a feeling she'd never experienced before, and it was oddly addictive.
Lifting her sore arm, Skye grabbed the bottle of water from the nightstand.
Like someone who had crossed a desert, she downed the entire bottle in one go.
"Phew…"
Letting out a long breath, she leaned back against the bed. With that bottle of water in her, she finally felt alive again.
Turning her head, Skye saw Lynn leaning against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers. She instinctively shifted closer to him. "You really don't have any pity for women," she muttered.
"My arms were practically twisted behind my back. I think they're about to fall off."
Hearing her complaint, Lynn stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, then lay back down beside her. His hand brushed gently over her shoulder as he smiled playfully. "Didn't you ask for it yourself? And just now, you even said—"
"Oh no, you're not allowed to say it!"
Skye quickly covered his mouth, her face burning hot. Remembering the nonsense she'd blurted out earlier, she yanked the blanket over her head.
It's over. I should just find a hole somewhere and bury myself.
Watching her hide like an ostrich, Lynn chuckled and stretched out on the bed.
Resting an arm behind his head, he gazed at the ceiling before slowly closing his eyes.
By late afternoon, after recovering from her embarrassment, Skye peeked out from under the blanket.
She decided to take the opportunity to ask him about what had happened at the villa.
But when she saw that Lynn was already asleep, Skye propped her head on her arm, not wanting to disturb him.
His sharp features, defined jawline, and calm, confident air made her lips curve into an unconscious smile.
For a brief moment, she wished time could stop right here.
Letting out a quiet sigh, she carefully rested her head on his chest.
Listening to the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat, Skye slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning,
Staring at the ceiling, Lynn's thoughts gradually cleared.
He had planned to leave early, but he hadn't expected to be woken up this way.
Still, he wasn't complaining.
After a while, once he'd fully relaxed, Skye's head peeked out from under the blanket. She quickly slipped out of bed and hurried into the bathroom.
By the time Lynn finished getting dressed, Skye was standing by the sink, brushing her teeth with a disposable hotel toothbrush. "Want to grab breakfast together?" she asked between rinses.
"I just got a call from the precinct," Lynn said as he adjusted his collar. "Something urgent came up. I'll extend the room for a week later—you can stay here and relax for a few days."
Hearing that, Skye's eyes lit up.
Well, she was short on money and had been searching for a cheap place to stay.
The van was fine, but she couldn't exactly live in it forever, could she?
Watching Lynn straighten his tie, Skye looked at him with a hint of expectation. "So… will you come find me again?"
Meeting her hopeful gaze, Lynn thought for a moment before replying, "Depends on what this assignment is. It's my first time getting such an urgent operational order, after all."
"Alright," she said softly, nodding—though a trace of disappointment flickered in her eyes.
After Lynn left, Skye stood before the mirror, staring at her own reflection, lost in thought.
At the hotel front desk, Lynn extended the room for another week before heading out.
Back in his car, he muttered under his breath about taking a loss, then started the engine and drove toward his apartment.
That so-called "urgent directive" from the precinct? He'd made it up on the spot.
He was still on administrative leave.
Work?
There hadn't been a single undead-related case lately—so why would he bother?
But this time, he really had taken a loss.
After all, when he'd dated other women before, when had he ever been the one paying for the room?
Well, she was hot.
After returning to his apartment, Lynn made himself a simple breakfast, then collapsed onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.
Unfortunately, less than half an hour later, his phone rang and jolted him awake.
Glancing at the screen, he saw Natasha's name. Lynn picked up and said, "This is Lynn Hall. You've reached my voicemail. Please leave a message after the beep."
"Stop joking around, Lynn. I really have an urgent matter and need your help."
Hearing that, Lynn replied lazily, "Then leave a quick message after the beep."
Before he could say more, Natasha hung up—only to immediately call back through video.
When he answered, the screen showed Natasha inside a sealed interrogation room.
The space around her was enclosed by translucent glass, and at the center of the room sat a green-skinned, pointy-eared man bound to a chair.
"See? This is the monster S.H.I.E.L.D. captured in Brooklyn."
Natasha turned the camera toward the creature and gave it a little shake before continuing, "I discovered his genes are fused with gamma radiation—specifically from the Hulk. It's not natural; someone experimented on him."
"I don't think he's an isolated case. You understand what that means, right?"
Understanding what Natasha meant, Lynn rolled over and said lazily, "I don't understand. This sounds like Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. business—what's it got to do with me?"
"Of course it does."
Natasha's tone turned serious. "I've tried every interrogation method we have, but he won't give up a single word."
"Lynn, if there's really a whole group behind him, it could be a massive threat to Earth."
"So I'm asking you, our powerful alchemist—do you have any potions similar to a Truth Serum?"
"Truth Serum?"
The mention piqued Lynn's interest. "Doesn't S.H.I.E.L.D. already have its own?"
"Of course we do—but it doesn't work on this alien."
"Well, lucky you," Lynn said with a grin. "I happen to have a secret potion that works the same way. I'll trade you ten bottles of your Truth Serum for it."
The moment she heard that he had one, Natasha replied quickly, "Deal. I'll send someone to pick it up right away."
As soon as the call ended, Lynn summoned Mephisto's notebook of necromantic arts.
Flipping to the fourth page, he found the formula for the LV4 Limb Regeneration Potion.
He tapped the page thoughtfully. Maybe he could get the ingredients through Natasha.
If he relied only on himself or on Johnny the Werewolf, getting the rare materials needed for such potions was nearly impossible.
But with Natasha's help—and her access as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent—it could be much easier.
Just like today's little transaction.
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