Chapter 22: Natasha: Lynn, Stop Messing Around (NSFW Chapter)
Author's Note: The following scene includes mature interactions. If you're not comfortable with NSFW content, please skip to the next scene marked with (***)
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"AHH—! Lynn, slow down—"
"Ahh— mhhm, Lynn please, be gentler—"
Lynn gripped the mixed-race beauty's wrists tightly with his own hands, yanking her back toward him as he pounded into her relentlessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed rapidly through the room, Lynn using his enhanced physical prowess to thrust in and out of Daisy's pussy at a brutal pace.
Shlop! Schlop!
Lynn chalked up his aggression to watching Daisy Johnson—Skye—on screen in his previous life, fueling an obsession he'd never admitted.
Sure, he'd been with wilder women like Anna, aggressive and untamed, but none had ignited him like this. He grinned inwardly, realizing he'd unlocked a new fetish, and cranked up his speed even more.
"Ahh, mhmm… Yes, yes!"
"Mhhm… I can't—take this... Ahhh!"
Slap!
A sharp smack landed on her ass.
Hearing Daisy's desperate cries only made Lynn's cock throb harder, swelling inside her. He released one wrist, keeping the other pinned, and started spanking her ass in rhythm with his thrusts.
Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap!
"Ohhh—Lynn! Stop— AHH!"
"Mhhm… I can't take anymore…!"
Daisy let out a cry mixed with pain and overwhelming pleasure. Lynn had claimed her pussy completely. He lost count of how many times he'd plunged in and out, but he knew her body was teetering on the edge of its limits.
Lynn slowed his pace, shifting to deep, deliberate thrusts—slow but forceful, slamming into her core each time, hitting her cervix with precision.
"AHH!"
With one final brutal drive, Lynn buried his cock to the deepest point. He leaned over her, pulling Daisy up against him, one arm snaking around her waist to flip her toward him while the other guided her face. He captured her lips in a possessive kiss.
"Mhmm— Hnmm!"
Her body trembled around the massive intruder filling her, but Daisy weakly returned the kiss, her tongue tangling with his in surrender.
Their lips parted, a string of saliva connecting them before snapping.
Lynn locked eyes with her, smirking. "Darling, I'm going to give you the longest night of your life!"
Daisy gazed at him, exhausted but with that spark of her sweet, defiant self shining through. "I—"
"—Ahh!"
Lynn pulled his cock almost all the way out from her depths and slammed back in hard. He ramped up the speed again, pounding into Daisy's pussy with raw intensity. The wet, rhythmic slaps filled the hotel room.
Shlop! Shlop!
Shlop! Shlop!
"Mhmm— Ah, L-Y-N-N…" Daisy could barely form words anymore, her brain fogging over as she stammered his name, lost in the haze.
She'd never been pushed to this level before; in this extreme fog, a side of herself she didn't even know emerged, spilling out in words as her wild side surfaced—dirty and unfiltered. "Fuck me harder! Ruin me—make me yours!"
Realizing Daisy was fully in the zone, Lynn couldn't hold back and responded to her words.
"That's my girl. Beg for it, Darling. Tell me how much you love this big cock destroying your tight little pussy." Lynn growled, thrilled by her shift.
"Ahh—yes! It's so big—stretching me— mhhm, don't stop! Pound my cunt like you own it!"
He flipped her onto her back without missing a beat, hooking her legs over his shoulders for deeper access. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and begging. Lynn leaned down, sucking one into his mouth, biting just enough to make her arch.
"Oh God—bite me harder! Yes, like that—fuck, I'm your slut tonight!"
Slap-slap-slap!
The bed creaked under them, sheets tangling as sweat poured off their bodies. Lynn's hand found her clit, rubbing furiously while he hammered away. "Come for me again, darling. Squeeze that pussy around me—show me how bad you want it."
"Mhhm—I'm close—ahh! Fuck, Lynn, fill me up! Breed me—give me everything!"
Her words sent him into overdrive. He pulled out briefly, teasing her entrance with the tip, making her whine. "Please—don't tease! Shove it back in—wreck me!"
With a savage grin, he obliged, thrusting balls-deep.
Schlop!
Daisy screamed in ecstasy, her walls clenching as she came undone, squirting around him. "Yes—cumming! Ahhh—fuck yes!"
Lynn wasn't far behind. "Take it all, you dirty girl—I'm gonna flood your pussy!" He erupted inside her, hot ropes pulsing deep, overflowing as he kept pumping through his release.
They collapsed, panting, but Daisy curled into him with a soft giggle, her wild side retreating as she nuzzled his chest. "Mhhm… that was… intense. I think you're gonna kill me today."
Lynn chuckled, stroking her hair. "Only with pleasure, darling."
They continued through the night, rounds blending into a marathon of passion—missionary turning to cowgirl where she rode him like a storm, dirty whispers flowing: "Ride me harder—grind that wet pussy on my cock!"—until exhaustion finally claimed them, bodies entwined in the afterglow, the room heavy with the scent of sweat and satisfaction.
As the haze of their intense night lingered, Daisy—still catching her breath in the dim light—drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, her body aching in the best way possible. Lynn watched her for a moment, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, before he too succumbed to rest, the quiet of the hotel room enveloping them.
An unknown amount of time passed before Skye, who looked like she'd been drenched in sweat, slowly opened her eyes.
Right now, she felt like her body was about to fall apart.
She swore to God, for a split second, she thought she'd flown to heaven and seen angels setting off fireworks.
She had never felt anything like it. It was... intoxicating.
Lifting her sore arm, Skye grabbed the bottled water from the nightstand.
Like someone who had been walking in the desert for days, she chugged the entire bottle in one go.
"Haaa..."
She let out a long breath. Only after downing the water did Skye feel like she was alive again.
Turning her head, she looked at Lynn, who was leaning against the headboard smoking. Skye instinctively leaned against him. "You really don't know how to go easy on a girl, do you?"
"I think my arms are broken... you twisted them behind my back."
Hearing Skye's mumbling, Lynn stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray.
He lay back down, gently stroking her shoulder, a roguish smile on his face. "Wasn't that what you begged for? And you also said..."
"Hey! You're not allowed to say it!"
Skye slapped a hand over Lynn's mouth, feeling her cheeks burn.
Thinking about all the crazy things she'd just said, Skye pulled the covers straight over her head.
'That's it. I should probably go find a hole to bury myself in.'
Watching Skye bury her head like an ostrich, Lynn just laughed and lay back.
He pillowed his arms behind his head, stared at the ceiling, and slowly closed his eyes.
***
A good while later.
Skye, having recovered from her embarrassment, peeked her head out from the blankets.
She wanted to use this chance to ask about what happened at the villa.
But when she saw Lynn was already fast asleep, she just propped her head on her arm, not wanting to wake him.
His sharp features, the strong lines of his face, and his exceptional aura... all of it made the corners of Skye's mouth turn up.
For a moment, Skye wished this moment could last forever.
She sighed softly, then carefully rested her head on Lynn's chest.
Listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart, Skye slowly closed her eyes.
***
The next morning.
Staring at the ceiling, Lynn's mind slowly went blank.
He had originally planned on leaving, but he hadn't expected to be woken up like this.
But he liked it.
A long while later, after Lynn had completely relaxed, Skye's head emerged from the blankets, and she bolted for the bathroom.
By the time Lynn was dressed, Skye was brushing her teeth with a disposable hotel toothbrush. "Want to get breakfast?" she mumbled.
"I just got an emergency call from the precinct. Something I have to handle. I'll extend the room for another week. You can rest here for a few days."
Hearing this, Skye's eyes lit up.
'Okay... she was really broke. She'd been looking for a cheap apartment.'
'The van was fine, but she couldn't live in it forever, right?'
Seeing that Lynn was already dressed and ready to go, Skye asked with a hopeful look, "Will you... come back and see me?"
Facing Skye's hopeful gaze...
Lynn thought for a moment. "Depends on what this mission is. It's the first time I've ever gotten an emergency order this urgent."
"Oh. Okay."
She nodded, a little disappointed.
After Lynn left, Skye stared at her reflection in the mirror, her mind a blank.
Lynn went to the front desk, paid to extend the room for a week, and left.
Back in his car, Lynn muttered, "I really lost out on that one," then started the engine and drove toward his apartment.
The "emergency call from the precinct" was, of course, a complete lie.
He was still on administrative leave.
'Go to work?'
'There's no homicide case, no spirit. What the hell am I going to work for?'
'But I really did lose out this time.'
'In all his past dates with beautiful women, when had he ever been the one to pay for the room?'
***
Back at his apartment, Lynn ate a simple breakfast and then collapsed into bed.
He hadn't been asleep for even half an hour before a ringing phone woke him up.
He grabbed the phone, saw it was Natasha, and answered. "This is Lynn. You've reached a recording. Please leave a message after the beep."
"Lynn, stop messing around. This is a real emergency, and I need your help."
Hearing Natasha's voice, Lynn said, "Then you'd better leave a fast message after the beep."
The second he finished, Natasha hung up and immediately video-called him.
He answered. Natasha was in a sealed interrogation room.
The camera showed translucent glass walls on all sides. In the middle of the room, a creature with green skin and pointed ears was strapped to a chair.
"See this? This is the monster SHIELD captured in Brooklyn."
She panned the camera over the green-skinned creature, then continued, "I found traces of Hulk's gamma-ray-infused genes in his system. It's not natural. It was fused through experimentation."
"I don't think he's the only one. You get what I'm saying, right?"
Understanding her, Lynn rolled over. "Nope. That sounds like a problem for the Avengers and SHIELD. What's it got to do with me?"
"Of course it has something to do with you."
Natasha looked at him seriously. "I've tried every interrogation technique I know, but he won't give up a single thing."
"Lynn, if he really is one of many, this is a massive disaster for the planet."
"So, I'm asking you, my powerful apothecary... do you have anything like a truth serum?"
"Truth serum?"
Hearing that, Lynn's interest was piqued. "You guys at SHIELD have truth serum?"
"Of course. It just doesn't work on this... alien."
"What a coincidence. I have a similar type of potion. I'll trade you. Ten vials of your truth serum for one of mine."
Seeing Lynn say yes, Natasha immediately agreed. "Deal. I'll send someone to pick it up right now."
After she hung up, Lynn immediately performed the necromantic ritual and summoned Mephisto's grimoire.
He flipped to the fourth page. The LV4 potion for limb regeneration.
'Maybe,' Lynn thought, 'I can get what I need through Natasha.'
If he relied on just himself, or even on Johnny the werewolf, getting the rare ingredients for his potions was next to impossible.
But... if he had an asset like Natasha helping him... it would be simple.
Just like today's little exchange.
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