We reached 114 stones, although goal was to hit 200 before monday and I'll post 2 bonuses, but I'm in a good mood today so enjoy this chapter and lemon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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"So, those self-righteous fools thought they were recruiting for world peace, but in reality, they let a pest even more venomous than Hydra itself slip in. An indestructible cockroach, infiltrating their own house."
Tony's eyes widened. He was a genius—he immediately understood what Henry meant.
"You mean…" His voice was dry, tense.
"They banded together and rebuilt Hydra from within the Strategic Scientific Corps? And it's been alive until now?"
"Congratulations, Tony. Finally, your brain isn't just for remembering women's measurements," Henry said mercilessly.
"Exactly. A ghostly Hydra parasitizing their organization like cancer cells—spreading, infiltrating. They control the world's top secrets and most advanced weapons, while our supposedly cool black-clad director is completely oblivious."
"If only he knew that the organization he built to protect the world is basically overrun with Hydra spies."
Tony burst out laughing, shaking his head, though his expression turned cold.
"So that's why you got kidnapped by these hidden bastards? Eating cockroach cans every day, treated like a lab rat, injected with those colorful serums?"
"More or less," Henry shrugged nonchalantly, though the edge in his voice made it clear he wasn't beaten.
"But you think I'm easy to push around? I was just playing along with their little show. Honestly, if it weren't for them, I might never have discovered my potential to be superhuman. In a way, I owe them."
"Owe them? You've got to be kidding—those serums scrambled your brain!" Tony looked at him in disbelief.
"You should find them all and use my Mark armor to twist their heads off like soccer balls!"
"Of course, of course. Rest assured, I will," Henry's smile vanished, replaced by icy intent.
"This organization is a rot in the world. When I'm strong enough that even nukes are useless against me, I will uproot this damned organization completely—leave nothing behind."
"Oh? Really?" Tony raised an eyebrow.
"You'd better hurry. Otherwise, by the time I finish the Mark 100, you'll still be playing hide-and-seek with them."
"We'll see," Henry replied. "At least I don't need to wear an iron suit to step outside."
They exchanged a smile, and the tension that had filled the room melted away amid their banter.
"All right, history lesson over," Henry said, shutting down the holographic screen and pouring himself another drink. "Now, shouldn't we get to something more… pressing?"
Tony snapped out of his thoughts, glancing upstairs with a familiar mischievous grin.
"Of course. After all, we still have two lovely ladies waiting for us, needing rescue from a boring evening."
They exchanged a knowing smile and headed upstairs together.
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On the villa's third-floor rooftop pool, reporters Elena and Jenna lounged in bikinis, enjoying the cool California night breeze.
As Henry and Tony approached, both women sat up simultaneously.
"Looks like you've taken care of your family drama?" Elena raised a cocktail, arching an eyebrow at Henry, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Naturally." Henry sat beside her, casually, and grabbed a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, popping it open with a satisfying pop and a burst of bubbles.
"In fact, we just finished an academic discussion on how to make the world a better place," Henry said, pouring drinks for himself and Elena with mock seriousness.
"The conclusion? World peace can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, we should focus on more important matters."
He raised his glass to Elena, lips curling into a teasing smile.
"Like discussing life's philosophy with a beautiful lady such as yourself."
Elena chuckled at his mock-seriousness, clinking her glass against his.
"Oh? And what's Mr. Stark's life philosophy?" she asked, her voice lazy and sultry.
"Simple," Henry leaned close, his warm breath brushing her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Seize the moment. Because you never know which will arrive first—tomorrow, or an alien invasion."
His voice was low, but the words made Elena's heart skip.
She turned to look at his handsome face, the deep eyes hiding a galaxy of mystery.
She was smart—she knew this man was far more than he appeared.
Playful, sharp-tongued, yet powerful, mysterious, and dangerously alluring.
"You mean the alien invasion is a joke?" she asked cautiously.
"Do you think so?" Henry countered with a smirk.
He reached out, tucking a strand of her golden hair behind her ear, his finger grazing her smooth cheek. A spark of electricity shot through her body.
She laughed softly.
"You're quite the storyteller, Mr. Stark," she said. "But I want to know—does your story have a leading lady?"
"Of course," Henry grinned, his gaze heating.
"But my story is long, and the heroines are many. Tell me, would you like to be tonight's leading lady?"
Without waiting for an answer, he kissed her.
Elena stiffened, then responded with equal passion.
Champagne sweetness mingled with the salty sea breeze, creating an intoxicating, intimate atmosphere.
Their breathing grew rapid.
Henry's hands wandered, sensing her shiver, feeling her heart racing.
"My room… it's still here?" he rasped between breaths.
"Yours," Elena replied without hesitation, her voice husky with desire and playful defiance.
"Let's see what secrets a superhero's lair hides."
Henry chuckled low, lifting her effortlessly and striding toward his bedroom.
The room was futuristic, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean and a star-strewn sky.
He gently placed her on the soft, expansive bed. Elena felt as if she had fallen into a dream.
Henry leaned down, looking at the proud woman beneath him—no fear in her eyes, only excitement at meeting an equal.
Henry's lips crashed against hers in a passionate, hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together sensually as they lost themselves in the moment. After a few breathless seconds, they reluctantly parted, both panting softly.
With a mutual, unspoken agreement, hands roamed greedily over heated skin as articles of clothing were quickly shed. Henry settled back onto the plush mattress, his muscular torso and chiseled abs on full display. He watched with lust-darkened eyes as Elena gracefully knelt before him, her own naked body a work of art.
Elena's gaze flicked downwards, immediately drawn to Henry's impressive erection jutting proudly. Unable to resist, she reached out a slender hand and wrapped it around his thick shaft. She stroked him slowly, marveling at the silky smoothness and iron hardness beneath her palm.
Leaning forward, Elena extended her little pink tongue and gave the swollen head a teasing lick, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. The salty-sweet flavor sent a jolt straight to her core. With a coy smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips, she opened her mouth wide and wrapped it around Henry's considerable length.
Elena began to bob her head, taking him deeper into the slick heat of her mouth with each pass.
The wet heat of Elena's skilled mouth enveloped Henry's throbbing erection as she took him deeper, inch by glorious inch, until the head nudged the back of her throat.
She held him there for a long moment, swallowing around his thickness, before sliding back up to swirl her tongue around the sensitive tip.
"Fuck, that's incredible," Henry grunted, his hands coming to rest on either side of Elena's face.
He caressed her cheeks almost tenderly before gathering the long golden locks into a ponytail, holding them out of the way as she worked.
Elena hummed in satisfaction around him, the vibrations adding another layer of intense sensation.
Her eyes locked with his, smoldering with desire even as her lips stretched obscenely around his girth.
She increased the speed and pressure of her movements, Henry's hips flexed involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite friction. His heavy balls drew up tight.
After sucking him for few mins she let go of his cock with a *POP*.
She stood up as he released his hold on her hair. Wiping her mouth with back of her hand, she got on the soft plush bed, getting on fours as she presented her bubble butt to him.
Henry drank in the intoxicating sight of Elena presented so deliciously before him - her pert rear raised invitingly, the glistening pink folds of her sex peeking out from between her thighs.
A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. gripping her hips, he notched the broad head of his cock against her slick entrance, rubbing it up and down teasingly. Each pass coated him in her arousal, stoking the flames of his hunger higher.
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he purred darkly, giving her ass a smack. "So desperate for my cock."
"Yes, please!" Elena whimpered, pushing her hips back in a clear invitation. "I need it so badly. Fill me up!"
With a feral grin, Henry lined himself up and thrust forward, burying his thick length deep inside her welcoming heat with one powerful stroke. They both cried out at the intense sensation, bodies shuddering.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," Henry groaned, giving her a moment to adjust before drawing back and slamming in again. He set a relentless pace.
*Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap* Plap *Plap
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as he pounded into her.
Elena met him thrust for thrust, her walls clenching tightly around him. "Yes, yes, just like that!"
Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap
Flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room, filled with elena's moans.
*Pah *Pah *Pah *Pah
Henry keep his pace as he thrusted into her, her sexy moans kept ringing in his ears.
As 15mins passed, Elena is already close to her climax.
Elena's head fell forward as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. Her inner muscles fluttered and squeezed around Henry's pistoning cock, trying to draw him in deeper.
"Oh god, I'm going to come!" she keened, her voice high and thready with desperation.
Henry could feel her walls starting to convulse around him, knew she was teetering right on the edge.
With a grunt of effort, he angled his hips to hit that special spot inside her with every thrust. "That's it baby, come for me. Let go and scream my name!"
The dirty talk combined with the perfect stimulation proved too much. With a ragged cry of "HENRY!!" Elena came undone, her orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves.
Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice as she shook apart, lost to the intensity of it all.
As Elena caught her breath, savoring the aftershocks of her earth-shattering climax, she felt Henry's impressive erection still lodged deep inside her, hard and throbbing.
Turning to look over her shoulder with hazy, satiated eyes, she opened her mouth to protest the lack of recovery time.
Her words dissolved into a high, breathy keen as Henry suddenly flipped her onto her back, never once slipping out of her welcoming heat.
Before she could process the change in position, he was already thrusting into her again, reigniting the inferno within her core.
"W-wait I'm still so sensit-Ahhh~" Elena's weak attempt at resistance morphed into a needy whine as fresh sparks of pleasure zinged through her nerves, amplified by her heightened sensitivity.
Henry loomed over her, his eyes dark and hungry as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, mimicking the relentless plunges of his hips. One large hand palmed her breas, fingers plucking at the stiff nipple.
*Squelch *Squelch *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap *Plap
The wet, obscene sounds of their joining filled the air, punctuated by Elena's wanton cries and Henry's guttural groans.
Elena lost track of how many times Henry brought her to the pinnacle of ecstasy, his insatiable appetite for her body seemingly inexhaustible.
They explored every position imaginable - missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, even a few acrobatic contortions that left her breathless and dizzy with exertion.
Henry's hands mapped every curve and valley of Elena's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He worshipped her breasts with his mouth, suckling and nipping at the sensitive peaks until she was arching off the bed, mewling for more.
His fingers found her most intimate places, stroking and circling until she was a writhing, incoherent mess, begging shamelessly for release.
Elena returned his fervor with equal enthusiasm, her nails raking down his back as she urged him on. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, using the leverage to meet his every thrust, greedy for more of that delicious friction.
When he hitched her ankles over his shoulders, nearly bending her in half, she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as yet another mind-blowing orgasm tore through her.
The night stretched on, an endless symphony of passion and pleasure.
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The next morning, the first light of dawn spilled across Henry's face. He slowly opened his eyes.
Turning over, he found the space beside him empty.
Only a note and a tube of lipstick remained on the nightstand.
The handwriting, like its owner, was bold and sharp:
"Last night was wonderful, The best night I've ever had. Looking forward to the sequel, Mr. Superhero~."
Henry smiled, picking up the lipstick.
"What an interesting woman."
He stretched, feeling vitality surge through him. They fucked for 2 hours nonstop last night, it was only 2 hours because she had passed out. Otherwise with his body and power inside him he can go on for days on bed.
Rescuing his brother was exhausting work—sometimes, proper restorative training was just as necessary.
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Alright so folks how was the lemon, opinions and suggestions are welcome. I think i cooked but maybe it's just me lol.
anyways throw stones boys our target is 200 stones before Monday, and I'll post 2 chapters if we reach it.
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