Damn The Dark

Nolan had assimilated very well, he was proud of the results of 20 years of effort trying to learn all the weird human ways. He made a family, provided for them well, he was perhaps the most succesful Viltrumite in their expansion so far. And on top of that, he stuck with being monogamous for 20 whole years. He did love Debbie, and he never really had a wadering eyes problem, after all, patience and self control are some of his best suits.

He was worried that the biggest disruption would come when Mark got his powers, but after having dealt with it better than expected, he did not expect another bomb to be dropped on his picture perfect life.

It happened when the GDA systems detected an unathourized body in the atmosphere and sent him out to check if it was a threat, but he returned with a 20 year old half Vitrumite girl whose mother was one of his companions on Viltrum. She did not explain much, only that she was in danger and the only one she trusted enough to leave her daughter with was Nolan.

Her powers hadn't manifested yet, a defect caused by the human like species her mother bred with, but the pure blood was taking over slowly and she was exhibiting signs of gaining them soon.

They barely said a word to one another, but he debriefed Cecil, taking her to his home. She seemed like a wide eyed doe looking around her as if it was her first day outside.

"This is my wife Debbie, and I have a son Mark, he's not here right now." He introduced them, making y/n sit on the couch while he explained to his wife why there was a stray in their house.

She watched with focused eyes as the woman comes to sit beside her, grabbing her hand tenderly “We’ll get you settled in, and we should take you shopping as well”

Y/n looked down, noticing how different her draped cloth was from what the woman was wearing and nodded “Thank you”, she speaks for the first time since parting from her mother.

Debbie gives her a smile, patting her shoulder “Are you hungry?”

Y/n nods, her stomach had been growling for ages but she was too shy to ask for anything, already worried about being too much of a burden.

As she sits on the dining table with the couple, her eyes keep wandering to the man, trying to read his expression. While Debbie is loading up the dishwasher, he finally speaks to her.

“You can stay here tonight, we’ll get you shifted into our apartment in the city tomorrow, I’ll help you train when your powers come in.” He says like it’s an announcement and not the plan for her life, but she nods along, if her mother trusted him, so should she.

Debbie helps her shop for a wardrobe while Nolan stalks around behind them, providing the services of a card and hanger for the bags. Y/n keeps notice of how he listens to his wife, unexpected submission from one of the strongest men in their history.

But Debbie doesn’t come along when he flies her over to the city of Chicago. He lands with her on the balcony entrance of a penthouse apartment in one of the tallest buildings, and she stands awkwardly in the hallway.

“I’m doing this as a favour to your mother. I have my own family to look after.” He speaks in that deep voice, making her agree to anything he says.

“Yes, sir. I don’t mean to be a disruption in your lives. I appreciate all of this.” She says, her head dipped in fear and respect for the man.

“Good. Settle in here, there is a phone on the counter, my number is saved. If you need anything, send me a text.” He walks over to the balcony and flies off before any questions can even come to her mind.

Y/n tries to get comfortable in the new place for the next few days, but she feels lonely and just uncomfortable. She contemplates texting the one number on her phone, but decides against it till necessary.

And it doesn’t take long for it to happen. She’s throwing a ball at the wall, bouncing it back into her hand, when suddenly it crashes through the wall due to a burst of strength. She jumps off the bed, immediately reaching for her phone. The phone rings as she puts it to her ear, waiting impatiently, and as soon as she hears the breathing from the other side she speaks up.

“Nolan! I got my powers! At least some, I think- but it might be a fluke, I hope not-“

“It’s 2am, Y/n, I was sleeping” he groans as he runs a hand over his face. “I’ll be there in 10.”

She feels super bad for having disturbed his sleep, but then she hears the balcony door open and walks over, buzzing with excitement “I’m sorry I woke you up this late, I didn’t see the time” she starts apologising, but he lifts his hand.

“Punch” he says like a plain order, palm held out towards her. Her eyes roam over his attire, a plain white wife beater and sweatpants, so informal for a man who she heard of growing up.

“What?” She gapes at him. But then he says the same thing again and she gathers all her strength to land a punch right in the centre of his hand, making it jerk just a little.

Nolan hums, “good, we’ll start practicing tomorrow, don’t break anything.” He says, already stepping out to leave her.

She slumps back into her bed, feeling bored beyond words and also a bit embarrassed at his clear lack of enthusiasm when it comes to matters with her.

They start official training the next day, sometimes in the large terrace or sometimes in the woods when he thinks she had more of a chance of bursting energy. Every day he teaches her hand to hand combat along with control of her skills, giving lessons about exactly how to invoke each one of them.

Nolan does warm up to her, even though it’s very slow. Sometimes after training when she stands in the kitchen with him, he’ll pat her shoulder or ruffle her hair with a half hidden smile, praising her for her good work that day.

He would also take her out to get her used to her neighbourhood, hoping that she’ll be able to go out on her own if he’s busy and doesn’t feel stuck in the apartment.

They were on an errand to the grocery store, and since it was late at night, they were sort of goofing around in the aisles, and she floats away from him a few inches at a time, but when he tries to grab her, she slams back into the shelf, making it almost topple over if it wasn’t for his hand coming around from both sides and grabbing it. “Careful” he says in a gruff tone, caging her in against the condiments.

“Sorry” she whispers back, stuck on his sharp features and the heat of his arms brushing her waist. His breath fans her face for a second before he pulls back, mumbling something under his breath before he grabs the cart and walks over to the counter.

They wordlessly walk back to the building, and he even refuses to let her help him carry the bags. She watches him put each one of them on the counter, and the air between them is heavy. Too heavy.

“Good night,” he speaks finally, but only to depart immediately, and she begins to worry if that accidental touch was going to be the cause of her being thrown out.

Nolan does not show up for training the next day, you text him to no response, and the same thing happens for almost a week, he’s dodging your calls, he’s ignoring your messages, and it’s making you pissed.

When he finally appears in your doorway, you almost push him away, anger simmering in your gut, but he pushes past you and into the house. You can see a stubble growing on his cheeks, different from his clean shaven look.

“You ignored me.” You state, leaning back against the counter as he paces around the room.

“I did.” He answers, looking at you for a second before coming right up to you and grabbing your face. “You are a distraction. I have a wife, a son.”

“I didn’t mean to be,” she speaks breathlessly, hand reaching up to grab his forearm.

Nolan lets go of her cheeks, instead covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry.” He speaks, his voice muffled.

“What for? Your purpose is to expand the empire. Why would you not be tempted?” She speaks with such conviction, “if anything I should apologise for coming between you and your family.”

Nolan thinks back to all his training, centuries of being told he must take every opportunity to breed someone worthy of it, all rushing back to his head with the most perfect person to do it to right in front of him and for the first time in almost 2 decades, his control snaps like a rubber band being pulled too far.

He struts forward, grabbing her aggressively by her waist, crashing his lips into hers. Her eyes remain wide for only about two seconds before she grabs onto his hair, pulling him closer.

Nolan slips his hands lower on her body, lifting her by her thighs and onto the kitchen counter. She holds his face like she’s afraid he’ll slip away, but the way his lips mould into hers makes it seem like a stupid thought. She gasps into his mouth as his hand tugs at her hair, tilting her head back, rolling his tongue with hers.

Just as she feels his hand finally slip under her clothes, his phone starts ringing, loud, and he groans into his mouth before pulling back. She lets out an involuntary whine, not ready to let go of him yet. “It’s Debbie” he says, his breath heavy even though he doesn’t really need air.

Y/n leans back into the counter, resting her weight on her palms, her heart sinking as she watches Nolan pick up the call and stepping away to talk to his wife.

“I’ll have to go.” He speaks without elaborating on why, and she nods along, trying to keep the disappointment off her face.

“Okay… will you be back?” Her words are hopeful, more than they should be. But when he takes a moment to answer, stepping closer and kissing her forehead, it seems valid.

“I’ll come tomorrow.” He whispered into her hair, moving away before she can reply. She watches him disappear like a gust of wind. The day goes by slowly, so slow in fact that she wanted to fly over to his house and just… do anything but wait for him to come back.

The second she hears the door click open, she runs towards the entrance and is about to jump into Nolan’s arms but holds herself back. “Hi” she settles on saying that for now.

“Hi” his voice comes out deep and heavy, and she nods, stepping closer as she sees his arms held out for her. She tries to bite back a smile but fails immensely, immediately moving to wrap her arms around his waist.

He breaths in her scent, kissing her face “I thought about this, all night, and I can’t… god you’re just so tempting. I can’t hold back anymore.”

Y/n moves back just enough to kiss him, lifting herself into his arms, legs around his hips as he walks towards the nearest wall, pinning her against it.

“Nolan…” she claws at his skin as he kisses down her neck, sucking on all the sensitive spots he can find. His crotch rubs up against hers, his hardness giving away just how much he needs her.

“I need to taste you. Every inch of you,” he growled, pulling off her t shirt and throwing it without another thought, mouth immediately going to her to lick and suck her nipples till they’re pebbled and she’s melting at his touch. His hand travels under her shorts and fingers work their way through to her clit, making her let out soft gasps.

Nolan sets her down, but only for a second before he’s at his knees in front of her, lapping at her cunt like he’s been parched for days. When he feels her knees buckle, his hands settle under her thighs to support her.

“Nolan- fuck! Please… oh!” She feels his mouth turn up into a smirk, and he’s almost laughing at how undone she is. He feels her get close and pulls back with a pop, making her hips chase after his mouth.

“Easy, let’s get you to the bed,” he stands to his full height, towering over her. His arms enveloping her body as he carries her to her bed. He lets her fall onto it, bouncing on the soft mattress before he’s climbing on top of her.

She moves back to sit against the headboard and her hands move to his pants unbuttoning them to reveal his very long and thick cock, her lips watering even though a fear strikes into her about how hard it will be to fit.

“Have you done this before?” He asks, cupping her face, biting back a wince as her hand wraps around his cock. He does let out a groan when she shakes her head, and almost slams down on her but holds back enough to watch her lean down to wrap her mouth around the head of his cock.

“Good girl, doing so well,” he praises, even though she can barely fit half of him in her mouth. He lets her play for a few minutes, hands caressing her hair gently, but eventually it gets too much to hold back and he pulls her off by grabbing onto her roots, making her eyes water.

Nolan moves her to lay on her back, pushing her legs up so her cunt is exposed to him, and he spits on it “get ready, baby, it’s gonna hurt” he coos meanly, the fear in her eyes making him even more excited.

His cock pushes past her opening, making her almost scream his name out in pain, but the slick makes it easier to fit it in. “I’m gonna fill you up till you’re giving me babies.” He groans, moving his hips back and forth in a rocking nothing.

She nods, grabbing onto his forearms as he starts thrusting into her, each one harder than the last. Her moans echo in the room, knees pressed to her chest as he slams into her over and over again. “Please… Nolan!”

“Haven’t had such a tight pussy in so long. You can take it so well, can’t you? Made for taking my cock,” he speaks to her, or maybe her pussy, she’s not very sure.