A little while later, the front door opened again.
Sam walked inside carrying two large bags of fresh groceries.
He walked into the living room and smiled.
He found May sitting comfortably on the couch, laughing happily with Natasha and Hela.
"Good morning, ladies,"
Sam greeted them warmly, setting the heavy bags on the kitchen counter.
May jumped up from the couch in a panic. Her cheeks instantly turned pink.
She felt incredibly embarrassed.
Sam had hired her to clean his massive house, but he had just caught her sitting around and enjoying herself.
"Good morning, Sam!"
May said quickly, nervously smoothing out her clothes.
"I am so sorry. I got completely distracted. I will go start the laundry right now."
She turned to leave the room, but Sam held up his hand and stopped her.
"Stay right there, May,"
Sam smiled gently, shaking his head.
"You have already worked hard enough for your first morning. Please, sit back down. I am going to cook lunch for you."
May blinked, feeling completely overwhelmed by his kindness.
"Cook for me?"
May asked softly.
"But I am the maid, Sam. I should be the one cooking for you."
"Not today,"
Sam insisted, his voice warm and firm.
"Today, I am cooking. I am making a very traditional, rich soup. It is called *Buddha Jumps Over the Fence*. You are going to love it."
May tried to think of a reason to refuse, but Sam's bright, charming smile was completely impossible to say no to.
She let out a small breath and slowly sat back down on the couch.
Sam turned around and began to prepare the food in the large, open-space kitchen.
He didn't cook like a normal human.
He moved with the perfect, smooth grace of a master Cultivator.
He chopped vegetables with incredible, blinding speed and managed the hot pots with perfect precision.
While his back was turned to the living room, Sam reached into his pocket.
He secretly pulled out a tiny, glowing Longevity Pill.
He crushed the magical pill into a fine powder and dropped it into the boiling soup.
He wanted to make sure this meal didn't just taste good.
The ancient medicine would melt into the broth, gently nourishing May's tired, overworked mortal body and slowly healing her heavy soul.
From the couch, May watched him cook like it was a fascinating television show.
She just couldn't take her eyes off him.
Sam had taken off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.
May found herself staring openly at his strong, perfectly built arms and his handsome, focused face.
Her heart started to beat just a little bit faster.
He was a billionaire, a superhero, and a god-like warrior, yet he was taking the time to carefully cook a warm meal for a stressed widow from Queens.
Sitting right next to her, Natasha and Hela noticed exactly where May was looking.
Natasha leaned back against the soft couch cushions.
She caught Hela's eye and shared a quiet, secret smirk.
"He is very good at that, isn't he?"
Hela whispered to Natasha, her dark eyes gleaming with pure amusement.
"He knows exactly what he is doing,"
Natasha whispered back, taking a slow, happy sip of her coffee.
They both looked at May.
The beautiful older woman was completely lost in a romantic daze, staring happily at Sam's broad shoulders.
Natasha and Hela didn't mind at all.
They knew exactly how this story was going to end.
It was only a matter of time before May officially joined their growing family.
A few minutes later, Sam brought a beautiful, steaming bowl to the living room table.
"Here you go, May,"
Sam smiled, placing the bowl in front of her.
"Buddha Jumps Over the Fence."
May picked up her spoon and took a small sip.
Her eyes instantly went wide.
The rich, warm broth melted on her tongue.
It was absolutely super tasty. But it wasn't just the flavor.
The moment the soup hit her stomach, a deep, peaceful warmth spread through her entire body.
Her mind felt clear. Her heavy heart felt incredibly light.
"Oh my god,"
May whispered, looking at Sam with shining eyes.
"This is incredible. I have never tasted anything like this in my entire life. I have never... been treated like this."
"You deserve it, May,"
Sam said softly, taking a seat next to Natasha.
They finished lunch quickly, laughing and sharing stories.
When the bowls were empty, May immediately stood up to clear the table.
"No, sit down,"
Sam insisted gently, standing up faster than her.
He grabbed the empty bowls and plates.
"I will do the dishes today. You ladies just relax and talk."
Before May could argue, Sam walked back into the open kitchen and turned on the water.
Natasha looked at May and smiled.
She used this perfect opportunity to dig a little deeper into May's heart.
"Tell me about yourself, May,"
Natasha asked softly, leaning forward.
"Not about Peter. Not about your debt. Tell me about *your* life. What is your goal? What is your dream?"
May completely froze. She looked down at her hands.
"My dream?"
May asked, her voice sounding a little lost.
"I... I honestly don't remember. I forgot about my dreams a long time ago. I have just been too busy trying to stay alive and taking care of Peter."
"I know,"
Natasha said, her voice full of deep, sisterly understanding.
"You sacrificed everything for him. But Peter is growing up. What do you want for yourself?"
May closed her eyes and thought about it.
A small, shy smile slowly appeared on her face.
"Before my husband died... I wanted to open a coffee shop,"
May whispered, remembering the old, happy days.
"A small, quiet place. And I wanted to use the money to do charity work. To help kids who don't have anyone looking out for them."
Natasha smiled warmly.
May's heart was pure gold. She was kind, selfless, and deeply caring.
Natasha knew right then that she absolutely must have May join their family.
A woman this good was far too precious to let go.
"You should become our family, May,"
Natasha said directly, looking right into May's eyes.
"Join us. Be with Sam. You will never have to worry about surviving ever again. You can open your coffee shop and do all the charity work you want."
May's jaw dropped. She was completely shocked.
"What? No!"
May gasped, her face turning bright red.
"I couldn't! I am just a maid! He is… ahh, Natasha. I am too old, and I..."
"Stop,"
Hela interrupted, leaning back comfortably on the couch.
Hela looked at May with a sharp, honest smirk.
"You are a beautiful, strong woman, May, and please don't talk about age. I am far older than you… a few thousand years actually…"
Hela told her bluntly.
"And Sam is the perfect man. He is a king who actually listens. He will protect you. And more importantly..."
Hela leaned in closer and lowered her voice to a wicked whisper.
"He is incredibly powerful in bed,"
Hela said with a highly satisfied smile.
"His stamina is endless. He will make you feel things you have never felt in your entire life. He is the perfect husband material."
May swallowed hard.
Her face felt like it was on fire. She tried to think of a reason to say no, but her lonely heart was already completely swayed.
Natasha saw May's hesitation.
She decided to give her a little push.
Natasha stood up from the couch and walked slowly over to the open kitchen.
Sam was standing at the sink, washing the bowls.
Natasha leaned in close and whispered something quietly into his ear.
Sam paused.
He looked surprised for a second, but then a charming, amused smile spread across his face.
He nodded slightly, letting Natasha do whatever she wanted.
Natasha smiled.
She wrapped her arms around
Sam's waist from behind, hugging his strong back.
She began to put on a show specifically for May.
Natasha slowly ran her hands up Sam's chest.
She traced the hard, perfect muscles of his stomach and shoulders.
She kissed the side of his neck, making him tilt his head back with a soft, deep sigh.
The tight fabric of his shirt stretched over his powerful body, showing off exactly how strong and incredibly sexy he really was.
From the couch, May stared at them.
Her eyes were glued to Sam's broad chest and thick arms.
She completely forgot how to speak.
She didn't even realize it, but she was leaning forward, her lips parted, practically drooling as she watched the beautiful couple in the kitchen.
Natasha looked over Sam's shoulder.
She saw the heavy, burning desire in May's wide eyes.
May was completely captivated.
Natasha smiled to herself. She let go of Sam, turned around, and slowly walked back toward the soft couches.
She kept her eyes locked right on May as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse.
Hela let out a low, amused laugh.
She didn't hesitate at all.
The Goddess of Death stood up and smoothly let her dark dress slip right off her perfect shoulders, joining Natasha.
Sam turned off the water. He dried his hands on a towel and turned around.
A confident, highly attractive smirk grew on his face.
He walked slowly toward the living room.
As soon as he was close enough,
Natasha and Hela reached out for him. They didn't wait. They were hungry for him.
They quickly pulled his shirt over his head, their hands exploring his hard, sculpted chest and strong back with deep passion.
May sat completely stunned.
She could not move a single muscle.
She watched every single touch, every kiss, and every heated movement as clear as a 4K movie screen right in front of her.
Her breathing turned very heavy.
A deep, burning heat pooled in her stomach.
She was incredibly turned on.
Sam pulled Natasha and Hela close.
They began to make love right there on the soft couches.
But Sam was very careful. He locked his massive Golden Core energy deep inside his chest.
They did not use Dual Cultivation. It was far too heavy, wild, and powerful.
Since May was still just a normal mortal, the raw energy flowing through the room would have easily overwhelmed and hurt her.
Instead, it was just pure, raw, passionate human love.
May sat on the edge of her seat, her heart pounding against her ribs. She couldn't look away.
After a round of deep, heavy passion, Natasha slowly pulled back from Sam.
She caught her breath, her skin glowing beautifully.
She turned and looked right at the beautiful widow.
Natasha stood up and walked over to May. She gently held out her hand.
"Don't just watch us from over here, May,"
Natasha whispered softly, her voice full of sweet temptation.
"Come and join our family."
May looked at Natasha's hand.
She didn't refuse. She didn't even try to make an excuse.
For years, she had been entirely alone.
She had been the strong aunt, the tired widow, the woman drowning in debt.
But right now, all of those heavy chains were gone.
She felt incredibly thirsty.
She was starved for affection, and she was absolutely hungry for good, passionate sex with this unbelievably hot, perfect man.
May grabbed Natasha's hand tightly.
She stood up, feeling a sudden rush of bold confidence.
She let Natasha pull her straight toward the couch.
Sam looked up at her, his deep, peaceful eyes full of warm welcome.
He reached out his strong arms.
May let out a soft, shaky breath and stepped right into his embrace, completely ready to throw her old life away and finally let herself be loved.
May stepped into Sam's arms, her whole body trembling slightly.
She had been alone for so long, carrying the heavy weight of the world on her shoulders.
But the moment Sam held her, all of her fears melted away.
Sam was incredibly gentle. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist and pulled her close.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, his lips warm and welcoming.
"You are so beautiful, May,"
Sam whispered against her lips, his voice deep and soothing.
"I have forgotten how to do this,"
May whispered back, her voice shaking with raw emotion.
"You don't need to remember anything,"
Sam told her, gently brushing a piece of hair from her face.
"Just feel."
Natasha and Hela slowly moved back against the soft cushions.
They gave May the space she needed.
They didn't leave, but they quietly watched, their eyes full of warm, sisterly support.
They wanted May to have Sam all to herself for this special moment.
Sam kissed May deeper, making her head spin.
When they finally came together and became one, May let out a loud, breathless moan.
A sudden, intense wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.
It had been years, but her body remembered exactly what to do.
She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and began to move with him, matching his perfect rhythm.
"I thought I was too old for this,"
May gasped, burying her face in his neck as the pleasure built higher and higher.
"You are not old, May,"
Sam answered smoothly, kissing her shoulder.
"You are perfect. You are mature, and you have aged beautifully, just like fine wine."
Hearing those words made May's heart soar.
She wasn't just a tired widow anymore.
She was a beautiful, desirable woman, and she was being held by a man who made her feel like an absolute queen.
She let go of all her holding back.
She moved eagerly, her hunger taking over.
Sam held her tight, pushing their connection deeper.
The intensity grew until it was almost blinding.
"Sam..."
May cried out, her voice echoing in the large room.
Sam pushed himself even further, reaching the absolute peak.
He released a wave of deep, overwhelming warmth inside of her.
May screamed softly, her eyes rolling back as she felt his absolute heat and passion flood into her.
For a tiny, split second, a sudden, normal fear crossed her mind.
She didn't want to get pregnant.
She had just found her freedom, and she was too old to start raising a baby again.
But as Sam held her tight, his heart beating against hers, that fear completely vanished.
He was just too good. The moment was too perfect. She couldn't refuse.
May collapsed against his chest, panting heavily.
She was completely exhausted, but it was the best kind of exhaustion in the world.
Sam gently rubbed her back, kissing the top of her head.
"Welcome to the family, May,"
Sam whispered softly.
May closed her eyes, a beautiful, peaceful smile spreading across her glowing face.
"Thank you,"
May whispered back, holding him as tight as she could.
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